Memo from Turner The Rolling Stones
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[Verse 1]
Didn't I see you down in San Antone
On a hot and dusty night?
Weren't you eating eggs in Sammy's there
When the black man drew the knife?
Didn't you drown a Jew in Rampton
When he washed his sleeveless shirt
With a Spanish-speaking gentlemen
The one that we all called Kurt
[Bridge]
Come now, gentleman
There must be some mistake
How forgetful I'm becoming
Now you fixed your business straight
[Verse 2]
Weren't you in Hemlock Road
Back in nineteen fifty-six
You're a faggot little leather boy
With a smaller piece of stick
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man
Your sweat shines sweet and strong
Your organ's working perfectly
But there's a part that's screwed on wrong
Didn't I see you down in San Antone
On a hot and dusty night?
Weren't you eating eggs in Sammy's there
When the black man drew the knife?
Didn't you drown a Jew in Rampton
When he washed his sleeveless shirt
With a Spanish-speaking gentlemen
The one that we all called Kurt
[Bridge]
Come now, gentleman
There must be some mistake
How forgetful I'm becoming
Now you fixed your business straight
[Verse 2]
Weren't you in Hemlock Road
Back in nineteen fifty-six
You're a faggot little leather boy
With a smaller piece of stick
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man
Your sweat shines sweet and strong
Your organ's working perfectly
But there's a part that's screwed on wrong
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