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.

[Rod - Solo]

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.

[Rod - Solo]

(Soakin the bone, gonna´ wet the whistle a little bit)