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Memo From Turner (Jagger/Richards) Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? We 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, that one we all called Kurt Come now, gentlemen, I know there's some mistake How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six You're a faggy 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 Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five You're the misbread, 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, 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 of these my gentle friends of all theskins 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, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?"
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