Memo From Turner Lyrics

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Memo From Turner Lyrics by Rolling Stones

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(jagger/richards) 
 
Didnt I see you down in san antone on a hot and dusty night?  
We were eating eggs in sammys 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 theres some mistake. 
How forgetful Im becoming, now you fixed your busness straight. 
 
I remember you in hemlock road in nineteen fifty-six. 
Youre a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick. 
Youre a lashing, smashing hunk of man; 
Your sweat shines sweet and strong. 
Your organs working perfectly, but theres a part thats not screwed on. 
 
Werent you at the coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five 
Youre the misbred, grey executive Ive seen heavily advertised. 
Youre the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemens buttons clean. 
Youre the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine. 
 
Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave. 
Youll still be in the circus when Im 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. 
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 its 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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