text: There was a boy whose name was Jim
  His friends, they were very good to him
  They gave him tea, and cakes, and jam
  And slices of delicious ham
  Oh Mother, tell me more
  Why’d ya have to leave me there
  Hanging in my infant air
  Waiting?
  You only have to read the lines
  They’re scribbly black and everything shines
  The chief defect of Henry King
  Was chewing little bits of string
  At last he swallowed some which tied
  Itself in ugly knots inside
  Wandering and dreaming
  The words have different meaning
  Yes they did
  In finding she was left alone
  Went tiptoe to the telephone, 999
  And summoned the immediate aid
  Of Londons Noble Fire Brigade
  For all the time spent in that room
  The doll’s house, darkness, old perfume
  And fairy stories held me high
  On clouds of sunlight floating by
  Oh Mother, tell me more Tell me more
  Aaaaaaaah
  Aaaaaaaah
  Aaaaaaaah