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Memo From Turner
Mick Jagger (Ry Cooder)
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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
Oh, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentleman, the one we all called 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 1966
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 in 1965?
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, gentleman, your love is all I crave
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing
Laughing in my grave
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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, don't you 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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