Three belated Top 10 lists

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In a message dated 11/28/2004 7:18:39 AM Pacific Standard Time, 
vze422fs at verizon.net writes:
"Memo from
Turner" is one of the better lesser known Stones songs.
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 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 business straight.
 
I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six—
You were 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 organ’s working perfectly, but there’s a part that's not screwed on.
 
Weren’t you at the Coke convention back in nineteen sixty-five?
You’re the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised
You’re that 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, gentlemen, your love is all I crave.
You’ll still be in the circus when I’m laughing, laughing in my grave. 
 
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,
Beware 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, don’t you 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!
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