Song | Memo From Turner - Original Single Mono Version |
Artist | Mick Jagger |
Album | The Rolling Stones Singles Collection * The London Years |
Lyrics:Jagger/Richards Music:Jagger/Richards | |
Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? | |
We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife. | |
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt, | |
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called 'Kurt.' | |
Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake. | |
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight. | |
I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six. | |
You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick. | |
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man; | |
Your sweat shines sweet and strong. | |
Your organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on. | |
Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five | |
You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised. | |
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean. | |
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine. | |
Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave. | |
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing on my grave. | |
When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on. | |
And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon. | |
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed. | |
They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed. | |
So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean. | |
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast. | |
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please. | |
The baby is dead, my lady said, 'You gentlemen, why you all work for me?' |
Lyrics: Jagger Richards Music: Jagger Richards | |
Didn' t I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? | |
We were eating eggs in Sammy' s when the black man there drew his knife. | |
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt, | |
You know, that Spanishspeaking gentlemen, the one we all called ' Kurt.' | |
Come now, gentleman, I know there' s some mistake. | |
How forgetful I' m becoming, now you fixed your bus' ness straight. | |
I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fiftysix. | |
You' re a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick. | |
You' re a lashing, smashing hunk of man | |
Your sweat shines sweet and strong. | |
Your organs working perfectly, but there' s a part that' s not screwed on. | |
Weren' t you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixtyfive | |
You' re the misbred, grey executive I' ve seen heavily advertised. | |
You' re the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen' s buttons clean. | |
You' re the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine. | |
Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave. | |
You' ll still be in the circus when I' m laughing, laughing on my grave. | |
When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on. | |
And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon. | |
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed. | |
They have a tasty habit they eat the hands that bleed. | |
So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean. | |
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast. | |
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it' s queer, so stop me if you please. | |
The baby is dead, my lady said, ' You gentlemen, why you all work for me?' |