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Memo From Turner

The Rolling Stones

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Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
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

Memo From Turner

The Rolling Stones

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