Memo From Turner

 

 

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Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?

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You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.

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Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt.

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You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt.

 

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Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake

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How forgetful I'm becoming 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 were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick

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You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man,

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your sweat shined sweet and strong

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Your organ's working perfectly, but there's a part

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that's not   screwed on

 

 

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Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five

 

You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised

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You're the great grey man 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, gentlemen, 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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Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean

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Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be   strong with your beast

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Oh Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer. So stop me if you please

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The baby's dead, my lady said.

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You gentlemen       will you all         work for me

 

 

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When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on

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And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon

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Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed

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To have that tasty habit,

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it's not       the hands    that bleed

 

 

Hans