[Intro — filtered bass, clipped guitar, military snare fill] [Female vocal] He arrived at half past midnight In a coat of midnight blue With one hand tucked inside it Like the portraits always do He surveyed the room in silence Then unfolded seven maps Marked the bar, the booth, the exits And the weakest seating gaps [Pre-Chorus] He said, “Victory is certain If the left flank holds the stairs” We said, “That’s just the smoking area” He said, “I’m fully aware” He pointed toward the balcony And calmly told his men, “We take the VIP by one And meet beside the bar at ten” [Chorus] Napoleon’s small club energy Big campaign, tiny strategy Conquered every velvet rope Still can’t reach the DJ scope Napoleon’s small club energy One more grand necessity Raise the booth or lower France Either way, he leads the dance [Post-Chorus; crew chant] Left flank! Right flank! Take the floor tonight! No retreat! No defeat! Keep the lasers bright! [Verse 2] He requested his own remix Before the first refrain Then corrected every lighting cue And reorganized the rain He promoted two bartenders For exceptional esprit Then exiled one to coat check For mispronouncing “VIP” He climbed onto a footstool And addressed the room at large: “The drop begins precisely when I personally give charge” The DJ pressed the button Half a second prematurely Napoleon looked wounded But recovered rather surely [Pre-Chorus] He said, “History will judge this” As the bass began to rise Then stood beneath the platform On the tips of both his thighs He shouted, “Form a column!” But the dancers formed a line He called it tactical deception And declared the plan divine [Chorus] Napoleon’s small club energy Big campaign, tiny strategy Conquered every velvet rope Still can’t reach the DJ scope Napoleon’s small club energy One more grand necessity Raise the booth or lower France Either way, he leads the dance [Drop; chopped vocal] Small club Big plans One hand In his pants... [Female spoken] Coat. His coat! [Beat returns] [Verse 3] At two, the club manager Announced his reign was through The emperor was escorted Past the queue at half past two They sent him to the coat check With a numbered plastic tag A folding chair, one dim lamp And somebody’s tote bag He called the room Saint Helena And paced from wall to wall Then recruited three umbrellas For his grand return to Gaul By three-fifteen he’d broken free And stormed the floor again The crowd cried, “He has come back!” For approximately ten [Breakdown; filtered chords] [Male spoken, solemn] An emperor may be removed from the booth. [Female vocal] But not from the guest list. [Build] One night! One room! One hundred raves begin! One night! One room! He’s taking Europe in! No throne! No crown! Just platform shoes and smoke! He raised one hand for glory... And the lighting rig awoke! [Final Chorus] Napoleon’s small club energy Big campaign, tiny strategy Conquered every velvet rope Still can’t reach the DJ scope Napoleon’s small club energy One more grand necessity Raise the booth or lower France Either way, he leads the dance Napoleon’s small club energy Pure imperial urgency Lost the war but won the floor Then got escorted out once more [Final Drop; crew chants] Left flank! Right flank! Take the floor tonight! No retreat! No defeat! Keep the lasers bright! [Outro; filtered music fading] [Female vocal] He left behind his battle plans His gloves, his hat, his pride... [Male spoken] I shall return. [Coat-check attendant] Your number, sir? Lyrics ©2026 by ContempoJedi
