Memo from Turner

Didn't I see you down in San Anton'

On a hot and dusty night?

We were eatin' eggs in Sammy's

When the black man there drew his knife

Ah, you drowned that Jew in Brampton

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've fixed your business straight

I remember you in Hemlock Road

In 1956

You're a faggot little leather boy

With a smaller piece of stick

Well, 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

And weren't you at the coke convention

Back in 1965?

You're the mis-bred grey executive

I see heavenly advertised

You're the grey, grey man whose daughter licks

Policeman'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 laughin', laughin' in my grave

And 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

Be weary, please, 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't you think it's queer

So stop me if you please

The baby's dead

My lady said, "You gentlemen, well all work for me"