Elvis Costello - Jacksons, Monk & Rowe lyrics

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 bra** 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