Tekster: Tori Amos. Toodles Mr. Jim.

Hahum... hey, yes... I said, yes...
I said, horary, yeahy yeay... yippee yeay...
I said, diddly... hey... and,

Toodles, Mister Jim, you cherry picker.
Toodles, I say, so long.
Hear that your grave's a little warm, you stickler.
Sing'em all your happy song.
It's today... today Sunday...
By your gra-ra-rave.


I say, toodles, Mister Jim,
You cherry picker. Taught me so well,
How to spell those red nhuh... ehn... and... hey...
You know she deserved that nose splattered and swattered,
Blood in my hands. Not a nice day for your little girl,
But, you came to my aid instead.


But, now it's toodles, Mister Jim, you cherry picker.
Built that ladder well. Teach me just where those boys can climb,
When they've got a spell.


Toodles, Mister Jim,
You are my sweet, favorite neighbor of them all.
Let them girls go to their parties-
I don't care, 'cause I'm with you. Still.