By Blues Traveler
(abeddow@moose.uvm.edu)

Support your local emperor,
Pay him tribute every time,
Let it be known he holds your fate,
From his fingertips shall flow the wine,
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet,
Wherever he walks, rosebeds be laid,
So that he may always feel secure,
In the vast empire that he's made.

But could you tell me what he's ever done you?
I'm not the one that needed an army,
I'm not the one that needed respect.
I'm not the one that hoped they'd remember,
I'm not the one they're likely to forget.

It seems one's going to walk,
Where he's willing to walk,
And with the ears of a bat,
And the eyes of a hawk,
You can see in the end,
It's just a little bit of talk,
But a rodent's always looking for a cat he can stalk,
To meow for him, to meow for him..

Remember once when we were young,
It really was not all that long ago,
You reached out your hand and it was met,
If you let your heart will tell you so,
So how your head don't meet his eyes,
When royalty speaks you then reply,
Someday he may find his throne is cold,
Someday he may find chance to wonder why,

But could you tell me what he's ever done you?
I'm not the one that needed an army,
I'm not the one that needed respect.
I'm not the one that hoped they'd remember,
I'm not the one they're likely to forget.

It seems one's going to walk,
Where he's willing to walk,
And with the ears of a bat,
And the eyes of a hawk,
You can see in the end,
It's just a little bit of talk,
But a rodent's always looking for a cat he can stalk,
To meow for him, to meow for him..

Support your local emperor,
Pay him tribute every time,
Let it be known he holds your fate,
From his fingertips shall flow the wine,
Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet,
Wherever he walks, rosebeds be laid,
So that he may always feel secure,
In the vast empire that he's made.

That he's made...