Memo From Turner (Original Single Stereo Version)

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 gentlemen

The one we all called Kurt

Come now gentleman 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 organs working perfectly but there's a part that's not screwed on

Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five

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

You're the 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 gentleman your love is all I crave

You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing laughing on my grave

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

And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon

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

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 You said gentlemen why you all work for me