LYRICS:

Hey, come on over! Tell you the story of Casanova

I’m the hobo who poor dad dies young, actor mum, hardly knew.

Me, a musician, spy, diplomat, dandy, physician,

Gambler, soldier, broker self-taught, Catholic priest, astronaut.

 

OK, that last was a lie, but none of this what I

Am remembered by. I, I can’t work out.

(Ooh, just look at those eyes! Such well-dressed eyes!)

I, of all the guys, I, I drive them wild!

 

Helped cure a senator having a fit, in noble circles I became a hit.

Allowed me to adopt this lifestyle to wit, to wit, to wit.

 

He’s well lush and he know it,

He’s tasty and he show it.

 

Claim to write for Mozart, but mostly care about breaking girls hearts.

Bought jewels, gave up prayers - my mind too busy on other affairs.

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Invented the lottery, France a big fan; but falling in love still my big plan,

‘Til one lady said, you dirty old man, old man, old man.

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I was past it and I knew it.

No love life and I blew it.

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Lost confidence in love and fighting; dedicate my life to writing.

Wave goodbye to Casanova, my life as a great lover over.

 

He wrote this book, Story of My Life; every love affair and cheating wife.

One hundred and thirty all said and done, you wriggled your way out of every one!

 

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle!

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle!

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle,

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, wriggle!

 

Was well lush and I knew it, but that life I outgrew it.

A new life thought I’d try it now – librarian, so quiet.