Memo from Turner

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 business 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, gray 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 in 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, don'tcha 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"