The Rolling Stones
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
When the black man there drew his knife

Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton
As he washed his sleeveless shirt.
You know that Spanish-speaking gentleman,
The one that we all call Kurt

Come now, gentlemen
I know there’s some mistake
How forgetful I’m becoming
Now you fixed your business straight

I remember you in Hemlock Road
In 1956
You’re a faggy little leather boy
With a smaller piece of stick

Well, you’re a lashin’ smashin’ hunk of man
Your sweat shines 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 1965
You’re the misbred, grey executive
I’ve seen heavily advertised

You’re that great gray 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, laughin’ 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

Oh Rosie dear, don’tcha 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

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