I've got no time for your apologiesnYour butter-wouldn't-melt demeanor doesn't wash with menOld Julius, he knew just what he'd done,nHe said You've got to take a chance n'cause you might never get another one.nnSo 'Carpe Diem' as those Romans saynYou've got to learn to turn and seize the daynThe day the cat's away the mice will playnThey'll get their guitars out and they will play, play, playnnTake my hand, lead me on to the banks of the RubiconnStep across and it won't be long tonightnnTalk is cheap these days, it's everywherenThe radio waves are flying through the airnIf you scream your lungs out you just might be heardnSo you'd better be saying something more than words, words, wordsnnShake my hand, tell me Son, you know the banks of the Rubicon,nStep across and you won't belong this side.