Words: Mac Manus/Cassidy Music: Belton/Mac Manus (3:11) C/0 St. Ignatus House, Willoughby Drive, Parrametta, New South Wales This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord nineteen Hundred and thirty five Why must I apologize everytime that I sit down to write Through my own fault I may find You're no longer living at this address Please excuse the lack of news The feeling of strange privilage For the hour of trial, in these times of distress Mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette. I can remember when we were children Though I could never imagine this day Your brother told me we'd live forever "I'll go one better," I heard myself say And it seems so strange, now that he's gone to recall all these Games While the years have divided us Friendships have strained and broken Oh, by the way, how's that girl that you wed I hated you then, but I'm over the worst of it I can't come home, I might as well say, life is short I shall not write again SONG@: Jacksons, Monk and Rowe Words: M. Thomas/J. Thomas/Mac Manus Music: M. 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
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