Letras: Elvis Costello. Jacksons, Monk & Rowe.

Sister's four and brother's three
Hangin' off the family tree
Practicin' for gettin' old
Do you want your fortune told

They're lookin' 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

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 that we used to know
Have you got enough strength to carry it off
Jacksons, Monk and Rowe

Jacksons, Monk and Rowe