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Memo From Turner - The Rolling Stones (滚石乐队)
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
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"
