The Juliet Letters: Jacksons, Monk And Rowe Songtext
von Elvis Costello & Brodsky Quartet

Sisters 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
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, and 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