Didn't I see you down in San Antone
On a hot and dusty night,
You were eating eggs in Sammy's there
When the black man there drew the knife
Oh you drown the Jew in Rampton,
As he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know that Spanish speaking gentleman,
The one that, we all call Kirk...
Come now, gentlemen,
There must be some mistake,
How forgetful I'm becoming,
Now you fixed your business straight
I remember you, in hemblock road, in 1956
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 not screwed on
Ah weren't you at the Coke convention back in 1965,
You're the misbred, gray executive that
I've seen heavily advertised
You're the gray-gray man who's
Daughter licks policemen buttons clean
You're the man who squats,
Behind the man who works the soft machine...
Come now, gentlemen, your love is all I crave,
You'll still be in the circus when
I'm laughing, laughing in my grave
When the old men do the fighting
And the young men all look on,
And the young girls eat their
Mother's' meat from tubes of plasticon...
Be wary, please, my gentle friends,
Of all the skins you breed,
They have a tasty habit,
They eat the hands that bleed
So remember who you say you are
And keep your noses clean,
Boys will be boys and play with toys
So be strong with your beast
So Rosie dear, don't you think it's queer,
So stop me if you please,
The baby's dead, my lady said
You gentlemen, why you all work for me...
compositores: KEITH RICHARDS, MICK JAGGER
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