Playlist addition

[Richard Romeo]

i do like this one as well. longer version is about 7 minutes. great little 
blues tune:

Cocksucker Blues
(Jagger/Richards)

Well, I'm a lonesome schoolboy
and I just came into town
Yeah, I'm a lonesome schoolboy
and I just came into town
Well, I heard so much about London
I decided to check it out

Well, I wait in Leicester Square
with a come-hither look in my eye
Yeah, I'm leaning on Nelsons Column
but all I do is talk to the lime

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?
Where can I get my ass fucked?
I may have no money,
but I know where to put it every time

Well, I asked a young policeman
if he'd only lock me up for the night
Well, I've had pigs in the farmyard,
some of them, some of them, they're alright
Well, he fucked me with his truncheon
and his helmet was way too tight

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?
Where can I get my ass fucked?
I ain't got no money,
but I know where to put it every time

I'm a lonesome schoolboy in your town
I'm a lonesome schoolboy


>From: "Otto" <o.sell at telda.net>
>To: <pynchon-l at waste.org>
>Subject: Playlist addition
>Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 21:14:57 +0200
>
>Memo From Turner
>(Jagger/Richards)
>
>Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
>We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
>Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
>You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called "Kurt."
>
>Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake.
>How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.
>
>I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.
>You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.
>You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;
>Your sweat shines sweet and strong.
>Your organs working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.
>
>Weren't you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five
>You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
>You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.
>You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.
>
>Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.
>You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing on my grave.
>
>When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.
>And the young girls eat their mothers 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 is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?"
>
>http://users.skynet.be/stones/albums/lyrics/memofromturner.txt
>
>

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