Soakin' the Bone

Where was Nero when Rome burned? He wasn’t worried 'bout the flames
The cat didn’t play no fiddle, he had his mind on better games
He was down in the cellar with a girl he called B-Betty Lou
Drinking juice from the grape vine, Chianti BC '52
The Roman city was burnin', but Nero didn’t face it alone
He was soakin the bone
Just soakin' the bone
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' it
Napoleon he said to Josie, «I'm gonna rule the world for a start.»
Josephine said, «Hey Nappy, you’re crazy!
Would you rather shake it down Bonaparte?»
The world was there to be conquered, Napoleon, he couldn’t leave home
'Cause he was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' it
About the Spanish Armada, it didn’t faze Sir Francis Drake
20,000 gun-totin' galleons, but Frankie didn’t quiver or quake
He was down on the beach head, rollin' in the pebbles and stones
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' it
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' the bone
He was soakin' it
Oh
(Soakin the bone, gonna' wet the whistle a little bit)