Testo Cameo - DEVO

Cameo

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