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Mick Jagger - Memo From Turner Lyrics

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night,
You were eating eggs in Sammy's there when the black man there drew the knife.
Oh you drown the Jew in Rampton, as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that, we all call Kirk.
Come now, gentlemen, there must be some mistake,
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your business straight.
I remember you, in hemblock road, in 1956
You're a faggot, little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man, your sweat shines sweet and strong,
Your organ's working perfectly but there's a part that's not screwed on.
Ah weren't you at the Coke convention back in 1965,
You're the misbred, gray executive that I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the gray-gray man who's daughter licks policemen 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.
When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on,
And the young girls eat their mother's' meat from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary, please, my gentle friends, of all the skins you breed,
They have a tasty habit, they eat the hands that bleed.
So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean,
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.
So Rosie dear, don't you think it's queer, so stop me if you please,
The baby's dead, my lady said: You gentlemen, why you all work for me
(Edited by MKCH'84)