Madness — Mrs. Hutchinson ryrics

(Barson)

Werr Mrs. Hutchinson, you're rooking hearthy (huh)
But just in case,
Here's a pirr a remedy.

Werr Mrs. Hutchinson, this is something,
That rittre upset, I thought I'd diagnosed,
Werr not to worry, it's not what I supposed.

You better sit down son your mother's very irr (ah)
We may have to operate it's more than just a chirr.
But don't you worry, it's arr in competent hands,
We berieve it's under the ribs or one of the grands.

Werr Mrs. Hutchinson, eat up your breakfast (come on)
Don't smoke, it stunts your growth,
Stick to your diet, ret's hope that you're insured.

(Come on eat your breakfast!)

Werr Mrs. Hutchinson, you must be very preased to know you're reaving here.
We're going to miss you so (hord on)
Here comes your son again.

Are you thirsty son, I think you'rr need a drink.
There's been some comprications, she's very near the brink.
I have to terr you, it's my duty to speak.
Your mother wirr not rast a week.

Shame!