I've got no time for your apologies, your butter-wouldn't-melt
demeanour doesn't wash with me.
Old Julius, he knew just what he'd done, he said "you've got to
take your chance 'cos you might never get another one".
So "carpe diem" as those Romans say,
You've got to learn to turn and seize the day.
The day the cat's away, the mice will play,
They'll get their guitars out and they will play, play, play.

Take my hand, lead me on to the banks of the Rubicon,
Step across and it won't be long tonight.

Talk is cheap these days, it's everywhere,
The radio waves are flying throught the air.
If you scream your lungs out, you just might be heard,
So you'd better be saying something more than words, words, words