Words: Mac Manus/Cassidy

Music: Belton/Mac Manus (3:11)



c/0 St. Ignatus House, Willoughby Drive, Parrametta,

New South Wales

This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord nineteen

hundred and thirty five



Why must I apologize everytime that I sit down to write

Through my own fault I may find

You're no longer living at this address

Please excuse the lack of news

The feeling of strange privilage

for the hour of trial, in these times of distress

Mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette.



I can remember when we were children

Though I could never imagine this day

Your brother told me we'd live forever

"I'll go one better," I heard myself say

And it seems so strange, now that he's gone to recall all these

games

While the years have divided us

Friendships have strained and broken



Oh, by the way, how's that girl that you wed

I hated you then, but I'm over the worst of it

I can't come home, I might as well say, life is short

I shall not write again



SONG@: Jacksons, Monk and Rowe

Words: M. Thomas/J. Thomas/Mac Manus

Music: M. Thomas



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