Rolling Stones - Memo from Turner

ROLLING STONES-MEMO FROM TURNER  

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Didn't I see you down in San Antone
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On a hot and dusty night?
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We were eating eggs in Sammy's
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When the black man there drew his knife
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton
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As he washed his sleeveless shirt
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You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen
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The one we all called "Kurt"
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Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake
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How forgetful I'm becoming
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Now you fixed your business straight
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I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six
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You're a faggy little leather boy
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With a smaller piece of stick
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man
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Your sweat shines sweet and strong
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Your organ's working perfectly
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But there's a part that's not screwed on
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Weren't you at the Coke convention
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Back on nineteen sixty-five?
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You're the misbred, grey executive
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I've seen heavily advertised
You're the great, gray man
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Whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean
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You're the man who squats behind the man
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Who works the soft machine
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Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave
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You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing
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Laughing in my grave..
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When the old men do the fighting
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And the young men all look on
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And the young girls eat their mothers meat
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>From tubes of plasticon
Be wary please my gentle friends
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Of all the skins you breed
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They have a tasty habit
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They eat the hands that bleed
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So remember who you say you are
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And keep your noses clean
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Boys will  be boys and play with toys
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So be strong with your beast
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer
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So stop me if you please
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The baby's dead, my lady said
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"You gentlemen, why you all work for me