(Verse 1) oh my god. are you sitting me I stepped out of the toga, looking suave and looking grand, The master of the empire, the ruler of the land. I ordered up some grapes, I ordered up some wine, Expecting all the senators to toe the proper line. Instead they're throwing bread rolls and giggling in the back, While Marc Antony is launching a sarcastic little attack. (Chorus) Infamy! Infamy! They’ve all got it in for me! You can't trust a Roman with a cup of herbal tea. this is now apriachingvriduiculous and u shitting me hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha With a dagger in the back and a laurel on the brow, I don't know who is running this darned circus right now! (Verse 2) The vestal virgins are acting rather wild, And Cleopatra's giving me a very funny smile. They built the aqueduct backward, the chariot's got a flat, And Kenneth’s throwing tantrums over where he hangs his hat. "I am the great dictator!" I screamed across the floor, And someone dropped a marble bust right through my chamber door. (Verse 3) Beware the ides of March, or whatever day it is, The whole republic's turning into absolute biz! Pass the poison chalice, check the label on the brim, At least it’s got more flavor than the local Roman swim! The lions in the colosseum refuse to chase the gladiator, Preferring a light snack from a passing senator's waiter. (Chorus) Infamy! Infamy! They’ve all got it in for me! You can't trust a Roman with a cup of herbal tea. With a dagger in the back and a laurel on the brow, I don't know who is running this darned circus right now! (Verse 4) The chariot race is fixed from start to finish line, While Nero plays his fiddle and drinks the poisoned wine. The columns are collapsing under architectural stress, And the Senate administration is an absolute disgrace. I wanted world dominion, peace across the sphere, Instead I've got a headache and a mutiny right here. (Verse 5) The empire is crumbling, the populace is loud, As I throw my golden laurel right into the crowd. Take the throne, take the power, take the sandals off my feet, I'm retiring to a villa down a quiet country street. Et tu, Brute? Get your finger out of my affairs, I'm going down to sulk beneath the marble stairs!
