Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty n ight?
You were eating eggs in Sammy's whe n the black man there dr ew his knife.
O r you drowned t hat Jew in Rampton as he washed his sl eevless shirt.
You know that Spanish s peaking gentleman the o ne that we call Kurt.
C ome now g entleman I know t here's some mist ake
How forg etful I'm becom ing now you fi xed your business st raight
I remem ber you in Hemlock Road in ni neteen fifty six
You were a fa ggy little leather boy with a sm aller piece of s tick
You were a l ashing smashing hunk of a man
your s weat shined sweet and s trong
Your o rgan's working per fectly but there's a p art
that's not screwed on
Weren't you a t the Coke Convention back in ni neteen sixty five
You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised
You're the gr eat grey man whose daughter licks police men's buttons clean
You' re the man who squats behi nd the man
who works the soft machine
C ome now gen tlemen your love is all I crave
You'll stil l be in the cir cus when I'm laugh ing
laughing in my grave
Well rem ember who you say you are but ke ep your noses clea n
Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be strong with your bea st
Oh R osie dear don'cha think it's queer. So s top me if you please
The b aby's dead my la dy said.
You gentl emen will you all work for m e
When the o ld men do all the fighting and the y oung men all look o n
And the y oung girls eat their mother's meat from t ubes of plastic on
Be wa ry of these my gentle friends of a ll the skin you breed
To h ave that tasty h abit
it's n ot the h ands that b leed
