The Death Of Lt. Casanova.

Jerry: “This next one’s Uh
Not In the book
It’s actually about The Death of Lt. Casanova
He had a piece in the first Shellies
A song called “All Of Us.”
That he wrote
And uh, it’s really just a little piece about
What happens to him it’s
It’s really about the consequences of fascist morality
Um
It’s when duty takes over, when er
When masochistic urges like keep you here, like a thing like this when you’d rather go home and do something else
But you
Somebody’s here that you wanna impress, and you can’t leave.”

Audience: “Ain’t got no home!”

Jerry: “Ain’t got no home? Alright! You’re a Smart Prole. Nowhere to go
But uh
His early eroticism is made a mockery of… and blocked by authoritarian government, and uh. This is what happens
Uh, Jungle Jim? Can we have a drumroll?”

They found him dead
With her panties
On his head
A nylon energy triangle
That didn’t work

Apex over the soft spot
The two big holes
Where his ears should’ve been
The…

The CPR
Teenage ambulance driver was
Queer

He took his pleasure
Freely

Alternating between
The two new tracks left by the Lt’s 45

Pink young interns
Sprayed wide

Puzzled by the
Presence of
Live sperm in the Lt’s brain

One
Licked his lips in anticipation

But later vomited
On a tattletale nurse who saw hair and blood on the Lt’s-
On the ambulance drivers pants

She was silent
And bright
With so many cassette recordings
Of
Long-distance abuse
To the Lt
From his norig S&M bride

But all the hush hush was er
Premature

The Lt’s Mother
Was a
Blind Vegetable

First, her teeth went
Then her eyes

Next
The hair and body

Widowed at 51
Mr Casanova killed by a drill press

For the second time, she insisted on an open-casket funeral

The mortician was
All for the hip
All for the hip

He felt like leaving those panties right where they had been found!
For all to see!
It would be so apropo, yeah!

But

A telegram soaked in vixen piss
From Europa
Put a stop to his
Paramilitary
Fantasies!

Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Beat me!
Beat you!
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
I gotta know if it’s soft inside
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Swallow everybody’s pride!
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Let all my people go!

Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Beat me!
Beat you!
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
I gotta know if it’s soft inside
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Swallow everybody’s pride!
Nah-Nah-Nah-Nih-Naugahyde
Let all my people go!

Jerry: “Well, okay, Jerry Casale.”