Sister 4 and Brothers 3

Hanging off the family tree

Practising for getting old

Do you want your fortune told

They're looking for you high and low

Now there's nowhere for you to go

So you'll just have to come out and face the music

Jacksons, Monk and Rowe

Long ago when we were kids and we cut your hair to bits

As we carried off like spoils the heads we'd smash right off

your dolls

But the wind is changing you know

Are you sure of your friends and your foe

Have you got what it takes to carry it off

Jacksons, Monk and Rowe



As the sun beats down and life begins to complicate

Will we both incinerate

If we touch that brass name-plate



Messrs. All, noble Sirs

Highly paid solicitors

Find enclosed my signed divorce

Sad proceedings you endorse

The burden of pity will show

In the people we used to know

Have you got enough strength to carry it off

Jacksons, Monk and Rowe