Elvis Costello - "Jacksons Monk Rowe" lyrics

Sister 4 and brothers 3
Practising for getting old
Hanging off the family tree

Do you want your fortune told
Theyre looking for you high and low

Now theres nowhere for you to go

So youll 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 wed 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

Will we both incinerate
As the sun beats down and life begins to complicate

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