The Grubs: They're playing our song dear

Brian Kennedy, Madeleine's great uncle "We've talked about a party but that's not something we'd do instantly"

With or without balloons?
With or without yellow ribbons and wristbands
With or without Madeleine?
Wouldn't be much of a party without Madeleine would it?
Not much to celebrate I would have thought.
No childish laughter
No giggles, squeals or other childish sounds of delight and wonder
Sounds that can make even a bad day seem good
No wide eyed joy at wobbling jellies.
Just the sound of adult laughter
Once again drowning out a little girls tears.

We hear them though
We hear through your laughter
And we see through your lies
For we have what you never had
And treasure what you had and lost.

Maybe Gerry will drink a toast
To absent friends
I will never forget good old whatsername.
I remember every creche she has ever been in
I remember all the time she spent with nanny
I remember the names of all her baby-sitters.
I don't remember her childhood though
"I got stoned and I missed it."

But you had better go Gerry
Kate wants to dance
They are playing your song
An Australian song
"I live by the lesson that the good book never taught,
how wrong is it if you don't get caught"

You haven't caught us Gerry, not by a long chalk.