Toodles Mr Jim

[Julie]

Toodles Mr Jim

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 hm
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.

but, 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 let them
girls go to their parties
I don't care
'cause I'm with you
still

I think it's amazingly straight forward in Tori's description of it.

Here's Tori's description of it:
"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."
-- Tori speaking at the end of the track

"Mr. Jim lived next door to me. When I was a little girl. He was one of my favorite people. I did punch his daughter in the nose and got in trouble from my father, of all people, Mr. Jim defended me. I was five and she was seven. When he passed on I wrote that song for him. I punched her because she was insulting my mother."
-- Tori; Ticketmaster Online Chat, Aug 1, 1996