Mrs Hutchinson Lyrics - Seven - Madness

Well Mrs.Hutchinson 

You're looking healthy (huh) 

But just in case 

Here's a pill a remedy 

Well Mrs.Hutchinson 

This is something 

That little upset, I thought I'd diagnosed 

Well not to worry, it's not what I supposed 

You better sit down son, your mother's very ill (aah) 

We may have to operate, it's more than just a chill 

But don't you worry, it's all in competent hands 

We believe it's under the ribs or one of the glands 

Well Mrs.Hutchinson 

Eat up your breakfast (come on) 

Don't smoke it stunts your growth 

Stick to your diet, let's hope that you're insured 

Come on, eat your breakfast! 

Well Mrs.Hutchinson 

You must be very pleased to know you're leaving here 

We're going to miss you so (hold on) 

Here comes your son again 

Are you thirsty son, I think you'll need a drink 

There's been some complications, she's very near the brink 

I have to tell you, it's my duty to speak 

Your Mother will not last the week 

Shame