The family circle gather round from very far and near. To pass around the same remarks they passed away last year. The little girl you dangle on your knee without mishap. STIRS SOMETHING IN YOUR MEMORY. AND SOMETHING IN YOUR LAP. But it's a living. This is the life. For the world and his wife. The world and his wife. The kissing cousins slip outside to cuddle and confess. She says sweet nothing at all it's much more of a mess. The conversation melts like chocolate down their open jaws. As the juniper berry slips down just like last night's drawers. To tell the truth our Mum ran off with someone else's father. WENT FOR TWO WEEKS' HOLIDAY IN TARAMASALATA. Daddy went out with the rubbish and he kept on walking. Between Mum and the walls. God only knows who does the talking. But later on in the evening through the tears and fol de rol. Come the sentimental feelings for the lure of vitriol. Longing thoughts go hankering for the old home overseas. WITH A BLINDFOLD AND A NATIONAL ANTHEM. SUNG IN DIFFERENT KEYS.