Memo from Turner lyrics

Didn't I see you down in San Antone

On a hot and dusty night?

Weren't you eating eggs in Sammy's there

When the black man drew the knife?

Didn't you drown a Jew in Rampton

When he washed his sleeveless shirt

With a Spanish-speaking gentlemen

The one that we all called Kurt

Come now, gentleman

There must be some mistake

How forgetful I'm becoming

Now you fixed your business straight

Weren't you in Hemlock Road

Back in nineteen fifty-six

You're a faggot little leather boy

With a smaller piece of stick

You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man

Your sweat shines sweet and strong

Your organ's working perfectly

But there's a part that's screwed on wrong

Oh, weren't you at the Coke convention

Back in nineteen sixty-five?

You're the misbred, grey executive

That I've seen heavily advertised

You're the [?] man

And the [?] clean

You're the man who squats behind

The man who works the soft machine

Come now, gentlemen

Your love is all I crave

You'll still be in the circus

When I'm laughing, laughing in my grave

When the old men do the fighting

And the young men all look on

And the young girls eat their mummy's meat

From tubes of plasticon

So be wary please my gentle friends

Of all the skins you breed

They have a nasty habit

That is they bite the hands that bleed

So remember who you say you are

And keep your trousers clean

Boys will be boys and play with toys

So be strong with your beast

So Rosie dear, don't you think it's queer

So stop me if you please

The baby's dead, the lady said

"You schmucks all work for me!"

• Artist:The Rolling Stones
• Album:Metamorphosis (1975)