I feel like the Emperor Nero when Rome was a very hot town.
Father Knickerbocker, forgive me, I play while your city burns down.
Through all its night life I fiddle away,
It's not the right life, but think of the pay!
Let's Go Brandon, here's the doorway, I'll go my way, you'll go your way;
Let's Go Brandon, from now on We're through.
Here is where we have a showdown, I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down;
Let's Go Brandon, here's goodbye to you!
They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow walkin' along Broadway,
Soon the high-brow he has no brow. Ain't it a shame? And you're to blame.
What's the use of prohibition? You produce the same condition;
Let's Go Brandon, from now on, we're through.