You're the man who squats behind the man
Weren't you at the Coke convention
So stop me if you please
So remember who you say you are
The one we all called Kurt
Your sweat shines sweet and strong
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton
How forgetful I'm becoming
They eat the hands that bleed
You're the misbred, gray executive
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing
So be strong with your beast
Come now, gentleman
Be wary of these my gentle friends
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man
Oh Rosie dear, don'tcha think it's queer
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen
You're a faggy little leather boy
And the young girls eat their mothers meat
In nineteen fifty-six
From tubes of plasticon
When the old men do the fighting
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks
When the black man there drew his knife
Now you fixed your business straight
I've seen heavily advertised
The baby is dead, my lady said
I remember you in Hemlock Road
Your love is all I crave
Your organs working perfectly
Back on nineteen sixty-five
Of all the skins you breed
With a smaller piece of stick
We were eating eggs in Sammy's
They have a tasty habit
And keep your noses clean
As he washed his sleeveless shirt
Policemen's buttons clean
Boys will be boys and play with toys
Who works the soft machine
I know there's some mistake
Come now, gentleman
Laughing in my grave
And the young men all look on
But there's a part that's not screwed on
