Casanova

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

Invented the lottery, France a big fan
But falling in love still my big plan
Till one lady said, you dirty old man, old man, old man

I was past it and I knew it
No love life and I blew it

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, 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