[{"id":4776580,"name":"Memo From Turner","trackName":"Memo From Turner","artistName":"Mick Jagger","albumName":"Memo From Turner","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?\nWe were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.\nAw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,\nYou know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called \"Kurt.\"\n\nCome now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake.\nHow forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.\n\nI remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.\nYou're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.\nYou're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;\nYour sweat shines sweet and strong.\nYour organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.\n\nWeren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five\nYou're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.\nYou're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.\nYou're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.\n\nCome now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.\nYou'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave.\n\nWhen the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.\nAnd the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon.\nBe wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.\nThey have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed.\n\nSo remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean.\nBoys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.\nOh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.\nThe baby is dead, my lady said, \"You gentlemen, why you all work for me!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Memo From Turner\n  artist: Mick Jagger\n  album: Memo From Turner\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?\n  We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.\n  Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,\n  You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called \"Kurt.\"\n\n  Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake.\n  How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.\n\n  I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.\n  You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.\n  You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;\n  Your sweat shines sweet and strong.\n  Your organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.\n\n  Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five\n  You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.\n  You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.\n  You're the man who squats behind the man who works the 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black man there drew his knife.\nAw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,\nYou know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called \"Kurt.\"\n\nCome now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake.\nHow forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.\n\nI remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.\nYou're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.\nYou're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;\nYour sweat shines sweet and strong.\nYour organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.\n\nWeren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five\nYou're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.\nYou're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.\nYou're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.\n\nCome now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.\nYou'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave.\n\nWhen the old men do 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You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.\n  You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.\n\n  Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.\n  You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave.\n\n  When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.\n  And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon.\n  Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.\n  They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed.\n\n  So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean.\n  Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.\n  Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.\n  The baby is dead, my lady said, \"You gentlemen, why you all work for me!\"\n"},{"id":15036032,"name":"Memo From Turner","trackName":"Memo From Turner","artistName":"Mick Jagger","albumName":"The Very Best Of Mick Jagger 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