Memo From Turner
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Didn't I see youA down in San AntoneA7 on a hot and dusty nD7ight?
You were eating eggs in Sammy's wheAn the black man there drD7ew his knife.
OAr you drowned tAhat Jew in Rampton as he washed his slD7eevless shirt.
You know that Spanish sD7peaking gentleman the oAne that we call Kurt.
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CDbmome now gBmentleman I know tDhere's some mistAake
How forgDbmetful I'm becomBming now you fiDxed your business stAraight
I rememAber you in Hemlock Road in niD7neteen fifty sixA
You were a faAggy little leather boy with a smD7aller piece of sAtick
You were a lAashing smashing hunk of a man
your sDweat shined sweet and sAtrong
Your oD7rgan's working perAfectly but there's a pBmart
that's not G screwed on E7
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Weren't you aAt the Coke Convention back in niDneteen sixty fiveA
You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised
You're the grAeat grey man whose daughter licks policeDmen's buttons cleanA
You'Dre the man who squats behiAnd the man
who works Bm theG soft machineA
CDbmome now genBmtlemen your love Dis all I craveA
You'll stilDbml be in the cirBmcus when I'm laughDing
laughing in my graveA
Well remAember who you say you are but keD7ep your noses cleaAn
Boys willA be boys and play with toys. So be D strong with your beaAst
Oh RAosie dear don'cha think it's queer. So sDtop me if you pleaseA
The bD7aby's dead my laAdy said.
You gentlBmemen will you all G work for mAe
When the oAld men do all the fighting and the yD7oung men all look oAn
And the yAoung girls eat their mother's meat from tDubes of plasticAon
Be waAry of these my gentle friends of aDll the skin you breedA
To hD7ave that tasty hAabit
it's nBmot the hGands that bAleed