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Devo
Devo


Background information
Origin Akron, Ohio, United States
Genre(s) Punk Rock
New Wave
Post-punk
Synthpop
Synthpunk
Art Rock
Years active 1972—present
Label(s) Virgin Records
Rykodisc
Rhino Records
Stiff Records
Enigma Records
Associated acts Jihad Jerry & the Evildoers
Website Website
Members
Mark Mothersbaugh
Bob Mothersbaugh
Gerald Casale
Bob Casale
Josh Freese
Former members
Bob Lewis
Peter Gregg
Fred Weber
Rod Reisman
Jim Mothersbaugh
Alan Myers
David Kendrick



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Devo Album



1979
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Devo Corporate Anthem

[No lyrics]

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All right, clockout!

I got my coat
I got my keys
I got my head down to my lungs
And move my feet
Me, I got all the secretaries
Down on their knees
Look at 'em scoot
They gonna clockout

I got my money
Tied up in stock
I got my mammy
Take my doggie for a walk
Me, I got the biggest little business
Down on the block
Get ready, get set
Cause we gonna clockout

Down on all fours
LyricsCause we gonna, we gonna
We gonna, we gonna clockout
Take my advice
Hear my decree
I'm afraid the future's gonna be
Maintenance free
I got the big brush for your bowl
Baby, can't you dig my plea
Gonna gag
Unless we clockout

No, no, no


. . .


She was walking all alone
Down the street, in the alley
Her name was Sally
I never touched her

She never saw it
When she was hit by space junk
She was[Incomprehensible] by space junk
She was [Incomprehensible] by space junk

In New York, Miami Beach
Heavy metal fell in Cuba
Angola, Saudi Arabia
On Christmas Eve said Nomad

A Soviet sputnik hit Africa
India, in Venezuela, in Texas, Kansas
It's falling fast Peru too
It keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming

And now, I'm mad about space junk
I'm all burned out about space junk
Ooh, walk and talk about space junk
It smashed my baby's head, space junk
And now my Sally's dead, space junk

. . .



They say the fittest shall survive
Yet the unfit may live
Let 'em wear gaudy colors
Or avoid display
Hey it don't matter
It's all the same

So I do this and I do that
So I do this and I do that
So I do this and I do that

It's never straight up and down
It's never straight up and down
It's never straight up and down
It's never straight up and down

Oh you got a nickel
I got a dime
I'd like to get to know you
But I haven't got the time
You gotta walk like a mannequin
LyricsRoll like a tire
Act on reaction
Dodge the big spud fryer
So wiggle on the bottom
Wiggle on the top
Wiggle up the middle
And laugh a lot
Cause I've been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world, a wiggly world
I got to tell you
I've been living in a wiggly world now
Wiggly world, a wiggly world
Well I've been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world, a wiggly wor/d
I got to tell you
I've been living in a wiggly world
WiggIy world, a wiggly world

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Yeah I've been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Oh I've been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well I've been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well I've been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well I've been living in a wiggly world
Wiggly world
Well I've been Iiving
In a wiggly world now
Wiggly world
Well I've been living in a wiggly world
wiggly world
Oh, I've been living in a wiggly
Wiggly world


. . .



Never leaves a gap unfilled
Always pays on time
Always fits the bill
He comes well prepared

Cube top, squared-off
Eight corners, 90 degree angles
Flat top, stares straight ahead
Stock parts, blockhead

Never tips over
Stands up on his own
He is a blockhead
Thinking man full grown
He comes well prepared

Cube top, squared-off
Eight corners, 90 degree angles
Flat top, stares straight ahead
Snake eyes, blockhead

LyricsFlat top, stares straight ahead
Stock parts, blockhead

Never tips over
Stands up on his own
He is a blockhead
Thinking man full grown
He comes well prepared

Cube top (Blockhead)
Squared-off (Blockhead)
Eight comers (Blockhead)
90 degree angles
Flat top (Blockhead)
Stares straight ahead (Blockhead)
Snake eyes (Blockhead)

Blockhead (Blockhead)
Cube top (Blockhead)
Squared-off (Blockhead)
Eight corners (Blockhead)
90 degree angles
Flat top (Blockhead)
Stares straight ahead (Blockhead)
Stock parts (Blockhead)
Blockhead (Blockhead)


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Intersecting love lines
Drew us closer every day
Always kept your distance
When you felt my presence near you
love keeps on rolling over

Fly in retreat
I would follow without shame
A stupid spud staggering to the flame
To be had and rehad
Be a victim of the pain
Now it's strange, it's so strange
it's a strange pursuit
it's a strange pursuit
it's a strange pursuit

I come running like a fatboy
In lead shoes
But like a fatboy
Huff puffing after you
It's hopeless to hope for
LyricsThe one thing that I'm wanting
'Cause it's strange
It's so very strange

It's a strange pursuit
Darling, I'm dazzled
But you know I'm too Frazzled
It's a strange pursuit
Makin' my mind up
While it lies in little pieces
It's a strange pursuit

You know it's getting tough
When you're getting real rough
It's a strange pursuit
Darling, I'm dazzled
But you know I'm too frazzled
It's a strange pursuit
Makin' my mind up
While it lies in little pieces
It s a strange pursuit


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Gotta nervous kind of feeling
Gotta painful yellow headache
Every picture in every magazine's
Come real
Every face looks out
And screams at me too real

Cold sweat on my collar
Dripping to my boots
The waves of nauseous pain
Sets off the pressure pad alarms
Gotta get outta here
Gotta get outta here
Gotta get outta here
Gona get outta here

Gotta painful swelling brain
Banging in my head
Gotta painful swelling brain
And I called off sick
Gotta swelling itching pain
LyricsGot me pulling out my hair
Gotta swelling itching pain
Clutching at my brain

Gotta painful swelling brain
In the back of my head
Gotta painful swelling brain
And I called off sick

Gotta swelling itching pain
Got me pulling out my hair
Gotta swelling itching pain
Clutching at my brain

Gotta painful swelling brain
Got me laying in the floor
Gotta painful swelling brain
Think I left my senses
Gotta swelling itching pain
Seems like endless torture
Gotta swelling itching pain
Banging in my head

Gotta painful swelling brain
In the back of my head
Gotta painful swelling brain
And I called off sick

Gotta painful swelling brain
Got me pulling out my hair
Gotta painful swelling brain
Clutching at my brain
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Driving me up the wall
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Gripping at my eyes
Ears, nose and mouth
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
It's bloating my thoughts
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Leaves me holding the front door now

Gotta swelling itching pain
Swelling itching pain
Clutching at my brain
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Got me lying on the floor
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Going out of my skull
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Burning up my thoughts
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain

Painful swelling brain
Gripping at my eyes
Ears, nose and mouth
Gotta painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Painful swelling brain
Tearing me apart


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It was a thing I had to do
It was a message from below
It was a messy situation
It was desire for a girl

I'm not a wanker or a banker
I'm not afraid to take a risk
It is the thing females ask for
When they convey the opposite
* Before I die
Before I die
Before I die
I'll get another piece of pie
I'll get another piece of pie
I'll get another piece of pie
If I have to lie

It was a thing I had to do
It was a message from below
It was a messy situation
It was a triumph of the will
( * Repeat)

When the well cries out for water
It is a need that must be filled
It goes beyond the laws of nature
It takes a triumph of the will


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Got a surprize from my honey
Got a surprize from my honey
Got a message from my girl
When she picked up a pen
From beside her bed
And wrote me a scribbled note

Said she'd be comin' back to see me
That she would be visiting real soon
Gonna get up from her long white bed
And leave this cold white room

We would once more live together
Go out on a loving spree
Just like before the accident
My baby would look at me
I saw her sweet face trembling
I saw her sweet face trembling
As she tried to open her eyes
I jumped with the joy of a grateful boy
The day my baby gave me a surprize


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Pink pussycat
Where are you
Pink pussycat
I'm looking for you
Pink pussycat
Meow. meow. meow

Pink pussycat
Pink pussycat
Pink pussycat
Where you hiding puss
Pink pussycat
I'm coming after you
Pink pussycat
I'm gonna make you meow-meow
Pink pussycat
I see you in the car now
Pink pussycat
I've got you in the backseat
Pink pussycat
I wanna touch your fur now
LyricsPink pussycat
I'm gonna make you dance now
Pink pussycat
I'm gonna stand your fur on end

Pink pussycat
Pink pussycat
Pink pussycat
Where you hiding puss
Pink pussycat
I'm gonna catch You
Pink pussycat
Meow, meow. meow

Pink pussycat
I'll sleep beside you
Pink pussycat
I'll lick you clean
Pink pussycat
I'm gonna mess you up
Pink pussycat
I'm a dog
Pink pussycat
Bow wow wow
Pink pussycat
I'm gonna chase you
Pink pussycat
I'm gonna catch you
Pink pussycat
I'm gonna bite you
Pink pussycat

I'll tear your little ears off
Pink pussycat
Meow, meow, meow


Pink pussycat (Repeat)
I'm so stroft (Repeat)


. . .



You know I live a life of danger
For the FBI
Keeping tabs on our nation
On the land, on the sea, in the sky
But every single night
Before I go to bed
I get down on my knees
And thank God
I'm a secret agent man
Secret agent man
Secret agent
Secret agent man
They've given me a number
But they've taken 'way my name
I got one hell of a job to perform
For the U. S. of A.
Got the responsibility
Of our nation's top security
But every night and day
I salute the flag and say
Thank you Jesus
LyricsCause I'm, I'm a secret agent man

You know they got me doin' this
Doin' that
And a little bit of something else
Fighting cavities of evil
Safe-guarding America's health
But not an afternoon pass
I don't get up off my ass
Thank you God
Cause I'm, I'm a secret agent man

Cause I'm a secret agent man


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He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
I went to end this prophylactic tour
Afraid that no one around me
Understands my potato
Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato

He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
I want to end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
I think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato

He's been with the world
And I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
LyricsI want to end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Comprehends my potato
Guess I'm just a spudboy
Looking for that real tomato

* The smart patrol, nowhere to go
Suburban robots that monitor reality
Common stock, we work around the clock
We shove the poles in the holes

( * Repeat 2 times)
Shove it

( * Repeat)

Wait a minute, something's wrong
He's the man from the past
He's here to do us a favor
A little human sacrifice
It's just supply and demand

* * Mr. Kamikaze, Mr. DNA
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. DNA, Mr. Kamikaze
Here to spread some (genes now)

( ** Repeat 2 times)

Wait a minute, something's wrong
He's a man with a plan
His finger's pointed at Devo
Now we must sacrifice ourselves
That many others may live
OK, we've got a lot to give

( ** Repeat 3 times)

One, two, three, four!


. . .



Let me tell you a story
Let me shovel some dirt
Long time, no sugar
And it s starting to hurt

Something's flattened my cola
Something's wrong with my brew
Something's rotten in Idaho
And I don't know what to do

Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
On the Red Eye Express
Gona, gone, gone
On the Red Eye Express

Only go around once
Gotta quench that thirst
Gotta grab that gusto
Gotta get there first

Red Eye Express
Red Eye Express


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