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
Writer/s: CATHAL JOSEPH SMYTH, CHRISTOPHER JOHN FOREMAN, DANIEL MARK WOODGATE, GRAHAM MCPHERSON, LEE JAY THOMPSON, MARK WILLIAM BEDFORD, MICHAEL BARSON
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Jimi Hendrix opened for The Monkees on their 1967 tour, and it did not go well. The young, mostly female crowd shouted "Davy" when Hendrix sang the word "Lady" in "Foxy Lady" in honor of who they came to see: Monkees lead singer Davy Jones.