Brothers of the Head | 2005

Doola and Dawla

They live in my shoes

So how come Doola

Don't come out and play

And how come Dawla

Don't talk no more

Doola dropped me in it

Dawla poked my eye

Doola made me do it

And Dawla

Made me cry

Mum had been having these terrible nightmares.

She thought she was expecting triplets.

Doctors got it wrong.

And Mum passed away the next day.

Never even saw 'em.

And there they were, my two brothers.

Joined together. Just here at the chest.

Peas in a pod.

The doctors wanted to try a separation surgery...

but Father would have none of it.

It was bad enough he'd lost his wife.

He wasn't havin �the doctors messin' about with his boys.

Father took us off to live out on the Head.

Didn't let no one near us.

No one knew us.

We didn't go to school like other kids.

Dad taught us everything.

They were grand times.

Every little moment I'm with you