Didn't I see you down in San Antone
On a hot and dusty night
You were eating eggs in Sammy's
when the black man there drew his 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
I know there's 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
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
