Memo From Turner A A7 D7 Didn`t I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? A D7 You were eating eggs in Sammy`s when the black man there drew his knife. A A D7 Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt. D7 A You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt. Bm G A C#m Bm D A Come now, gentleman, I know there`s some mistake C#m Bm D A How forgetful I`m becoming now you fixed your business straight A D7 A I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six A D7 A You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick A You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man, D A your sweat shined sweet and strong D7 A Bm Your organ`s working perfectly, but there`s a part G E7 that`s not screwed on A E7 A E A E7 A E A D A Weren`t you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five You`re the misbred grey executive I`ve seen heavily advertised A D A You`re the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen`s buttons clean D A You`re the man who squats behind the man Bm G A who works the soft machine C#m Bm D A Come now, gentlemen, your love is all I crave C#m Bm D You`ll still be in the circus when I`m laughing, A laughing in my grave A D7 A Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean A D A Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be strong with your beast A D A Oh Rosie dear, don`cha think it`s queer. So stop me if you please D7 A The baby`s dead, my lady said. Bm G A You gentlemen will you all work for me A D7 A When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on A D A And the young girls eat their mother`s meat from tubes of plasticon A D A Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed D7 A To have that tasty habit, Bm G A it`s not the hands that bleed Hans