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.