Toodles Mr. 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 grave.
I say toodles Mr. Jim You cherry picker Taught me so well How to spell those red in And 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.
Now, now it's toodles Mr. Jim You cherry picker Build that ladder well Teach me just where those boys can climb When they've got a spell.
Toodles Mr. Jim You are my sweet favorite neighbor of them all Of them Girls go to their parties I don't care Cause I'm with you Still
That was toodles Mr. Jim. Mr. Jim died Two weeks ago And he taught me how to pick cherries And I punched his daughter in the nose Because she was mean Mr. Jim was good.