Devo - The Death Of Lt. Casanova. lyrics
[Devo - The Death Of Lt. Casanova. lyrics]
Jerry: "This next one’s Uh not In the book
It’s actually about The Death of Lt casanova
He had a piece in the first Shellies
A song called "All Of Us" that he wrote
And uh, it’s really just a little piece about
What happens to him it’s
It’s really about the consequences
Of fascist morality um
It’s when duty takes over, when er
When masochistic urges like keep you here
Like a thing like this when you’d rather
Go home and do something else but, you
Somebody’s here that you wanna impress
And you can’t leave"
Audience: "Ain’t got no home!"
Jerry: "Ain’t got no home? Alright! You’re
A Smart Parole nowhere to go but uh
His early eroticism is made a mockery
Of… and blocked by authoritarian government
And uh this is what happens
Uh, Jungle Jim? Can we have a drumroll?"
They found him dead with her panties
On his head a nylon energy triangle
That didn’t work
Apex over the soft spot the two big holes
Where his ears should’ve been the
The CPR teenage ambulance driver was
Queer
He took his pleasure freely
Alternating between
The two new tracks left by the Lt’s 45
Pink young interns sprayed wide
Puzzled by the presence of
Live sperm in the Lt’s brain
One licked his lips in anticipation
But later vomited
On a tattletale nurse who saw hair
And blood on the Lt’s-
On the ambulance drivers pants
She was silent and bright
With so many cassette recordings of
Long-distance abuse to the Lt
From his norig SMN bride
But all the hush hush was er premature
The Lt’s Mother was a
Blind Vegetable
First, her teeth went then her eyes
Next the hair and body
Widowed at 51
Mr Casanova killed by a drill press
For the second time
She insisted on an open-casket funeral
The mortician was all for the hip
All for the hip
He felt like leaving those panties right
Where they had been found! For all to see!
It would be so apropo, yeah!
But
A telegram soaked in vixen piss from
Aroma put a stop to his
Paramilitary fantasies!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde beat me!
Beat you! Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
I gotta know if it’s soft inside
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Swallow everybody’s pride!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Let all my people go!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde beat me!
Beat you! Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
I gotta know if it’s soft inside
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Swallow everybody’s pride!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Let all my people go!
Jerry: "Well, okay, Jerry Casale"
It’s actually about The Death of Lt casanova
He had a piece in the first Shellies
A song called "All Of Us" that he wrote
And uh, it’s really just a little piece about
What happens to him it’s
It’s really about the consequences
Of fascist morality um
It’s when duty takes over, when er
When masochistic urges like keep you here
Like a thing like this when you’d rather
Go home and do something else but, you
Somebody’s here that you wanna impress
And you can’t leave"
Audience: "Ain’t got no home!"
Jerry: "Ain’t got no home? Alright! You’re
A Smart Parole nowhere to go but uh
His early eroticism is made a mockery
Of… and blocked by authoritarian government
And uh this is what happens
Uh, Jungle Jim? Can we have a drumroll?"
They found him dead with her panties
On his head a nylon energy triangle
That didn’t work
Apex over the soft spot the two big holes
Where his ears should’ve been the
The CPR teenage ambulance driver was
Queer
He took his pleasure freely
Alternating between
The two new tracks left by the Lt’s 45
Pink young interns sprayed wide
Puzzled by the presence of
Live sperm in the Lt’s brain
One licked his lips in anticipation
But later vomited
On a tattletale nurse who saw hair
And blood on the Lt’s-
On the ambulance drivers pants
She was silent and bright
With so many cassette recordings of
Long-distance abuse to the Lt
From his norig SMN bride
But all the hush hush was er premature
The Lt’s Mother was a
Blind Vegetable
First, her teeth went then her eyes
Next the hair and body
Widowed at 51
Mr Casanova killed by a drill press
For the second time
She insisted on an open-casket funeral
The mortician was all for the hip
All for the hip
He felt like leaving those panties right
Where they had been found! For all to see!
It would be so apropo, yeah!
But
A telegram soaked in vixen piss from
Aroma put a stop to his
Paramilitary fantasies!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde beat me!
Beat you! Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
I gotta know if it’s soft inside
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Swallow everybody’s pride!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Let all my people go!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde beat me!
Beat you! Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
I gotta know if it’s soft inside
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Swallow everybody’s pride!
Nah Nah Nah-Nih Naugahyde
Let all my people go!
Jerry: "Well, okay, Jerry Casale"