Song | Cameo |
Artist | Devo |
Album | Something For Everybody |
作词 : Gerald V. Casale/Mark Mothersbaugh | |
作曲 : Gerald V. Casale/Mark Mothersbaugh | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
They said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was Cameo | |
He danced a nasty funk-style retro | |
He drove a bright red '67 GTO | |
He liked to let his Elvis-style hair grow | |
He was a black belt loaded with skills | |
He spoke slow choosing words that could kill | |
Honest people didn't need to fear him | |
But do not cross this Native American | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He'd whisper "White Man speak with forked tongue" | |
Before he's finished talking, you'd be goin' down | |
He'd repeat "White Man speak with forked tongue" | |
And by that time, you'd be long dead and buried in the ground | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
I said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He wore a white leather racing jacket | |
Zipped wide open so you could check out | |
His tanned body and his clean-shaved pecs | |
And the turquoise jewelry dangling from his neck | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo |
zuò cí : Gerald V. Casale Mark Mothersbaugh | |
zuò qǔ : Gerald V. Casale Mark Mothersbaugh | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
They said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was Cameo | |
He danced a nasty funkstyle retro | |
He drove a bright red ' 67 GTO | |
He liked to let his Elvisstyle hair grow | |
He was a black belt loaded with skills | |
He spoke slow choosing words that could kill | |
Honest people didn' t need to fear him | |
But do not cross this Native American | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He' d whisper " White Man speak with forked tongue" | |
Before he' s finished talking, you' d be goin' down | |
He' d repeat " White Man speak with forked tongue" | |
And by that time, you' d be long dead and buried in the ground | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
I said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He wore a white leather racing jacket | |
Zipped wide open so you could check out | |
His tanned body and his cleanshaved pecs | |
And the turquoise jewelry dangling from his neck | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
He said his name was | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo | |
Cameo, Cameo |