Memo from Turner lyrics
by Mick Jagger



Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife
Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt
You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we all call Kurt

Come now, gentlemen, I know there's some mistake
How forgetful I'm becoming now, you fixed your business straight

I remember you in Hemlock Road in 1956
You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick
You were a lashing smashing hunk of man, your sweat shines sweet and strong
Your organ's working perfectly but there's a part that's not screwed on

Weren't you at the Coke convention back in 1965?
You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised
You're the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons 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 in
Laughing in my grave

When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on
And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon
Beware of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed
To have that tasty habit, it ain't the hands that bleed

So remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast
Oh, Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer so stop me if you please
The baby's dead, my lady said: "You gentlemen, will you all work for me?"