Didn’t I see you down in San Antone
on a hot & dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy’s
when that black man drew his knife
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton
as he washed his sleeveless shirt
You know that Spanish-speaking gentleman
the one we all called “Kurt”

Come now, gentlemen
I know there’s some mistake
How forgetful I’m becoming
now you fixed your buisness straight

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 of these 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
Oh, Rosie dear, doncha 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!”

Come now gentlemen
your love is all I crave
You’ll still be in the circus
when I’m laughing
in my grave