Memo From Turner

The Rolling Stones - Memo From Turner

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?

You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.

Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt.

You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt.

 

Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake

How forgetful I'm becoming now you fixed your business straight

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six

You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick

You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man,

your sweat shined sweet and strong

Your organ's working perfectly, but there's a part

that's not screwed on

 

Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five

You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised

You're the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean

You're the man who squats behind the man

who works the soft machine

Come now, gentlemen, your love is all I crave

You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing,

laughing in my grave

Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean

Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be strong with your beast

Oh Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer. So stop me if you please

The baby's dead, my lady said.

You gentlemen will you all work for me

When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on

And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon

Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed

To have that tasty habit,

it's not the hands that bleed

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