The squirrels bow to no man

[Verbal Mike]

It's a sunny day. I step out onto the balcony. I lean on the metal rail, careful not to smother some of the herbs in the plastic planter, as the gentle notes of Gotan Project leak out of my room and into my ears. Looking out onto the roofs and yards below, I feel kind of like the wealthy dictator of some banana republic. "Friends, trashcans, squirrels, lend me your ears!" If I owned a cigar I would be tempted to smoke it. But I don't smoke, and I'm not wealthy. My kingdom is not mine, not as far as anyone else is concerned.
I could be a great dictator, if they only let me try. But the damned squirrels bow to no man.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It's a sunny day. I step out onto the balcony. I lean on the metal rail, careful not to smother some of the herbs in the plastic planter, as the gentle notes of Gotan Project leak out of my room and into my ears. Looking out onto the roofs and yards below, I feel kind of like the wealthy dictator of some banana republic. "Friends, trashcans, squirrels, lend me your ears!" If I owned a cigar I would be tempted to smoke it. But I don't smoke, and I'm not wealthy. My kingdom is not mine, not as far as anyone else is concerned.
I could be a great dictator, if they only let me try. But the damned squirrels bow to no man.

BAH!  Every man is an Il Duce, every woman an Imelda, and all the dinners on time!