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                    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
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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A                  A7                   D7
Didn`t I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
                                  A
You were eating eggs in Sammy`s when
                     D7
the black man there drew his knife.
A              A
Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as
               D7
he washed his sleevless shirt.
                      D7
You know that Spanish speaking gentleman,
      A
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
How forgetful I`m becoming now you
 D                   A
fixed your business straight

     A                            D7               A
I remember you in Hemlock Road in 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
     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
Weren`t you at the Coke Convention back
    D                 A
in nineteen sixty five

You`re the misbred grey executive
I`ve seen heavily advertised
            A
You`re the great grey man whose daughter
            D                  A
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
Boys will be boys and play with toys.
       D                    A
So be   strong with your beast
   A
Oh Rosie dear, don`cha think it`s queer.
    D                    A
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
When the old men do all the fighting
        D7                 A
and the young men all look on
        A
And the young girls eat their mother`s
          D              A
meat from tubes of 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          A
it`s not the hands that bleed