Memo From Turner

          A                  A7   
Didn't I see you down in San 
                D7
Antone on a hot and dusty night?
                                  A
You were eating eggs in Sammy's 
                       D7
when the black man there drew his 
knife.
A              A                 
Or you drowned that Jew in 
                    D7
Rampton as he washed his sleevless 
shirt.
                      D7      
You know that Spanish speaking 
                A
gentleman, the one that we call 
Kurt.

Bm  G  A

C#m       Bm                D   
Come now, gentleman, I know 
            A
there's some mistake
       C#m            Bm          
How forgetful I'm becoming now you
  D                   A
 fixed your business straight


     A                            
I remember you in Hemlock Road in 
D7               A
nineteen fifty six
            A                      
You were a faggy little leather boy
         D7              A
 with a smaller piece of stick
           A
You were a lashing smashing hunk of 
a man,
     D                      A
your sweat shined sweet and strong
Continues after the ad
Remove ads
     D7                A          
Your organ's working perfectly, 
            Bm
but there's a part
           G             E7
that's not   screwed on


A  E7  A  E  A  E7  A  E


            A                      
Weren't you at the Coke Convention 
         D                 A
back in nineteen sixty five

You're the misbred grey executive 
I've seen heavily advertised
            A                  
You're the great grey man whose 
                     D             
daughter licks policemen's buttons 
     A
clean
   D                         A
You're the man who squats behind the
 man
           Bm          G    
who works            the soft 
         A
machine
C#m         Bm                 D
Come now, gentlemen, your love  
             A
is all I crave
          C#m            Bm       
You'll still be in the circus when
         D
 I'm laughing,
                              A
laughing            in my grave

       A                         
Well remember who you say you are 
      D7                A
but keep your noses clean
        A                      
Boys will be boys and play with 
             D                    A
toys. So be   strong with your beast
   A                             
Oh Rosie dear, don'cha think it's 
           D                    A
queer. So stop me if you please
    D7               A
The baby's dead, my lady said.
        Bm                        
You gentlemen       will you all  
G               A
       work for me


         A                         
When the old men do all the 
          D7                 A
fighting and the young men all look 
on
        A                    
And the young girls eat their 
                    D      
mother's meat from tubes of 
        A
plasticon
    A                              
Be wary of these my gentle friends 
   D                     A
of all the skin you breed
   D7              A
To have that tasty habit,
     Bm            G             
it's not       the hands    that 
A
bleed