Memo From Turner - (Original Single Stereo Version)

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"