He’s wearing the breaches that father bequeath’d him
Grandfather’s jacket still stained from the war
Schoolmaster’s hat and mother’s familiar
And thousands of souvenirs kept from before
Still wearing the bruises of coppers and robbers
Ring of the bishop on loving his pomp
Once-bitten apples of jealous dispassion
Twice-eaten hopes with the crust and the crumb
She carries a gramophone and plays the same records
Family choir claim truth equals pain
Compulsively buying the devil’s selection
Of sure good for nothing again and again
Children come follow in grandfather’s footsteps
Laced on her fears and her man-o-war stare
Mapping a course with the hard-learned lesson
Magistrate’s customer and the pre-fect
Mr. and Mrs. I know it’s sore with the daily pitchfork and the marshall law
Oh, chatting young lovers sweetness heart
Working together to make this world
Out of the pain the sweet gone sour
I’m going to the beautiful country don’t you want to come
A Cheque for the break in my telephone line
And people are buzzing me most of the time
I’m dialing your line I wait for my reply
I’m here,
I’m here,
Now I’m on my way
Now I’m on my way
Oh, Mr. and Mrs.
Oh, Mr. and Mrs.
Well, I just can’t stay
So many haters in this town
So many haters
Everyone’s trying to put you down
Mr. and Mrs.
Oh, Mr. and Mrs.
You’re in this mess
I understand you’re in such a mess
Oh, Mr. and Mrs.
Palm the tears in your eyes
Talking about tears in your eyes
You know, I won’t leave till you come through
Doo-we-oo-we-ooh
Doo-we-oo-we-ooh
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