| Song | Jacksons, Monk and Rowe |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | The Juliet Letters |
| 作词 : MacManus, Thomas | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : MacManus, Thomas | |
| 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 nameplate | |
| 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 |