Memo From Turner

Lyrics for Memo From Turner

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 the Jew in Rampton when he washed his sleeveless shirt With a Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kirk Come now, gentlemen, there must be some mistake How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your business straight Weren't you acting down in Broadway back in 1956 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 Ah weren't you at the Coke convention back in 1965 You're the misbred, gray executive that I've seen heavily advertised You're the man that's careful (. . . Brooklyn...) 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 Yeah when the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on And the young girls eat their mommy'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 hand that feeds 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, my lady said "You schmucks all work for me"