
Lyrics
We're through being cool We're through being cool Eliminate the ninnies and the twits Going to bang some heads Going to beat some butts Time to show those evil spuds what's what If you live in a small town You might meet a dozen or two Young alien types who step out And dare to declare We're through being cool We're through being cool Spank the pank who tries to drive you nuts Time to clean some house Be a man or a mouse Waste those who make it tough to get around If you live in a big place Many factions underground Chase down Mister Hinky Dink So no trace can be found If you live in a big place Many factions underground Chase down Mister Hinky Dink So no trace can be found We're through being cool We're through being cool Eliminate the ninnies and the twits Put the tape on erase Rearrange a face We always liked Picasso anyway If you live in a small town You might meet a dozen or two Young alien types who step out And dare to declare We're through being cool We're through being cool Eliminate the ninnies and the twits We're through being cool We're through being cool Spank the pank who tries to drive you nuts (Mash 'em) We're through being cool We're through being cool
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Meaning of "Through Being Cool" by Devo
The lyrics declare an end to playing it cool, signaling a shift towards direct action and a rejection of perceived societal annoyances. The repeated phrase "We're through being cool" acts as a rallying cry, setting a tone of decisive, almost aggressive, change. This isn't about subtle shifts; it's about actively confronting and eliminating those who are seen as "ninnies and the twits" or "evil spuds." The central tension arises from the desire to shed pretense and engage in a more confrontational approach to life. The narrator appears ready to "bang some heads" and "beat some butts," suggesting a frustration with passive observation. This aggressive stance is further emphasized by the call to "spank the pank who tries to drive you nuts" and "waste those who make it tough to get around," painting a picture of a group ready to enforce their will. The most striking element is the juxtaposition of this aggressive posturing with surreal, almost Dadaist imagery. The idea of chasing "Mister Hinky Dink" until "no trace can be found" or the casual mention of rearranging a face because "we always liked Picasso anyway" injects a layer of absurdity. It hints that this rebellion against being 'cool' might be less about genuine aggression and more about a performative, artistic disruption of norms. This deliberate absurdity is what makes the lyrics resonate. The blunt declarations of intent are undercut by nonsensical directives, creating a disorienting yet compelling effect. It suggests that the true enemy isn't necessarily specific people, but the very concept of conventional coolness and the mundane expectations it represents, leading to a desire for a more chaotic, expressive existence.
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Credits
- Writers
- Gerald Casale
- Mark Mothersbaugh
- Bob Mothersbaugh