Pretty Words
Elvis Costello Lyrics


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I ask you nicely
Get my face slapped under wraps
What's going on precisely
Is there something wrong perhaps?

Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)
It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize
Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle
You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life

Fat cats and army brats
Hep cats and dog tag pawing over girly mags

Pretty words don't mean much anymore
I don't mean to be mean much anymore
All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots
Mug shots, machine slots
'Till you don't know what's what
You don't know what you got

Curious women running after curious men
Curiosity didn't kill the cat
It was a poisoned pen
But there's not much choice (it's Hobson's choice)
Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice

Got back to London
Picked a paper from the man
No words of consolation
Just cartoons and titter tatter
Well well, fancy that
Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat
No backbone, blood and guts
Better keep your big mouth shut

Pretty words don't mean much anymore
I don't mean to be mean much anymore
All I see are snapshots, big shots, tender spots
Machine slots, mug shots




'Till you don't know what's what
You don't know what you got

Overall Meaning

Elvis Costello's song "Pretty Words" is a commentary on the emptiness and dishonesty of modern language and how the meaning of words has been lost in a world of superficiality. The opening lines, "I ask you nicely, get my face slapped under wraps," convey a sense of frustration and betrayal when trying to communicate with someone honestly. The line, "Surprise, surprise, it's more like a booby trap than a booby prize," suggests that even seemingly harmless words can have damaging consequences.


The verses continue to address various themes, including military violence and elitism, as evidenced by the line, "civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle." The chorus repeats the phrase "pretty words don't mean much anymore," conveying the idea that the meaning of language has lost its power to convey truth or significance.


Costello's lyrics also touch on the insidiousness of media culture, with references to "girly mags" and "titter tatter" in newspapers, suggesting the way in which language has been drained of meaning in popular culture. The song concludes with the line, "you don't know what you got," emphasizing the idea that the loss of meaning in language has a profound impact on our understanding of reality itself.


Line by Line Meaning

I ask you nicely
I politely inquired


Get my face slapped under wraps
I faced a negative consequence covertly


What's going on precisely
I want to know what's happening with pinpoint accuracy


Is there something wrong perhaps?
Could there be an issue that requires attention?


Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)
An expression of sarcasm regarding a situation


It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize
This is an unexpectedly dangerous situation


Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle
A solider is acting in defiance in a morally questionable manner


You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life
You are causing problems in my life by destroying my foundations


Fat cats and army brats
Rich and privileged people


Hep cats and dog tag pawing over girly mags
Young, confident people reading magazines about women


Pretty words don't mean much anymore
Empty promises have lost their significance


I don't mean to be mean much anymore
I am not intentionally rude


All I see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots
All I see are memories, important people and emotions


Mug shots, machine slots
People being arrested and implemented assembly line fashion


'Till you don't know what's what
Until you are so overwhelmed with stimulation that you lose clarity


You don't know what you got
You don't understand your reality


Curious women running after curious men
Women are chasing men who intrigue them


Curiosity didn't kill the cat
Asking questions doesn't harm a person


It was a poisoned pen
Writing and sharing information maliciously is harmful


But there's not much choice (it's Hobson's choice)
There is an absurence of other options and choices


Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice
You must choose between different types of negativity


Got back to London
I returned to London


Picked a paper from the man
Bought a newspaper from a vendor


No words of consolation
No words of comfort or support


Just cartoons and titter tatter
Only light and frivolous content


Well well, fancy that
An ironic expression of surprise or amusement


Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat
Many people have lost their lives due to trivial reasons


No backbone, blood and guts
Lack of courage or persistence


Better keep your big mouth shut
You should remain silent and avoid speaking out




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ELVIS COSTELLO

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