the brodsky quartet
jacksons, monk and rowe
Sisters four and brothers three Hanging off the family tree Practicing 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