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                          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                                                                                                                                     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

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