Hey, come on over! Tell you the story of Casanova
I’m a hobo who 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
‘Til 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!

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