"Jacksons, Monk and Rowe is the name of a firm of solicitors which reoccurs as a motif among images of both childhood and adult disillusionment. The authorship of the two verses is divided between brother and sister, Michael and Jacqueline, while the music is Michael's." 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