And all of the senators in Rome And your friend who told you to ring home Your hat was made from a traffic cone As his throat was cut he let out a moan The Moon is pink, once it was green Every syllable uttered sounded obscene The bank robbery went like a dream You always played on the losing team I’m worried this will not end well Another day in the prison cell I like the pope, the pope smokes dope I’ve got the rope around my throat I think my reaction’s a little extreme Beam me up Scotty on a laser beam I’m worried this will not end well Another day in the prison cell