| Song | Support Your Local Emperor |
| Artist | Blues Traveler |
| Album | Live on the Rocks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kinchla, Popper, Sheehan | |
| Music: Bobby | |
| Sheehan & | |
| Chan Kinchla | |
| Lyrics: John | |
| Popper Support your local emperor | |
| Pay him tribute every time | |
| Let it be known he holds your fate | |
| From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
| Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
| So that he may always feel secure | |
| In the vast empire that he's made | |
| But could you tell me what he's ever done for you? | |
| I'm not the one that needed an army | |
| I'm not the one that needed respect | |
| I'm not the one that hopes they'll remember | |
| I'm not the one they'll likely forget | |
| It seems one's going to walk | |
| Where he's willing to walk | |
| And with the ears of a bat | |
| And the eyes of a hawk | |
| You can see in the end | |
| It's just a little bit of talk | |
| But a rodent's always looking | |
| For some cat he can stalk | |
| To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
| Remember once when you were young | |
| It really was not all that long ago | |
| You reached out your hand and it was met | |
| If you let your heart will tell you so | |
| So bow your head don't meet his eyes | |
| When royalty speaks you then reply | |
| Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
| Someday he may chance to wonder why | |
| But could you tell me what he's ever done for you? | |
| I'm not the one that needed an army | |
| I'm not the one that needed respect | |
| I'm not the one that hopes they'll remember | |
| I'm not the one they'll likely forget | |
| It seems one's going to walk | |
| Where he's willing to walk | |
| And with the ears of a bat | |
| And the eyes of a hawk | |
| You can see in the end | |
| It's just a little bit of talk | |
| But a rodent's always looking | |
| For some cat he can stalk | |
| To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
| Support your local emperor | |
| Pay him tribute every time | |
| Let it be known he holds your fate | |
| From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
| Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
| Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
| In the vast empire that he's made | |
| That he's made... |
| zuo ci : Kinchla, Popper, Sheehan | |
| Music: Bobby | |
| Sheehan | |
| Chan Kinchla | |
| Lyrics: John | |
| Popper Support your local emperor | |
| Pay him tribute every time | |
| Let it be known he holds your fate | |
| From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
| Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
| So that he may always feel secure | |
| In the vast empire that he' s made | |
| But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
| I' m not the one that needed an army | |
| I' m not the one that needed respect | |
| I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
| I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
| It seems one' s going to walk | |
| Where he' s willing to walk | |
| And with the ears of a bat | |
| And the eyes of a hawk | |
| You can see in the end | |
| It' s just a little bit of talk | |
| But a rodent' s always looking | |
| For some cat he can stalk | |
| To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
| Remember once when you were young | |
| It really was not all that long ago | |
| You reached out your hand and it was met | |
| If you let your heart will tell you so | |
| So bow your head don' t meet his eyes | |
| When royalty speaks you then reply | |
| Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
| Someday he may chance to wonder why | |
| But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
| I' m not the one that needed an army | |
| I' m not the one that needed respect | |
| I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
| I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
| It seems one' s going to walk | |
| Where he' s willing to walk | |
| And with the ears of a bat | |
| And the eyes of a hawk | |
| You can see in the end | |
| It' s just a little bit of talk | |
| But a rodent' s always looking | |
| For some cat he can stalk | |
| To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
| Support your local emperor | |
| Pay him tribute every time | |
| Let it be known he holds your fate | |
| From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
| Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
| Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
| In the vast empire that he' s made | |
| That he' s made... |
| zuò cí : Kinchla, Popper, Sheehan | |
| Music: Bobby | |
| Sheehan | |
| Chan Kinchla | |
| Lyrics: John | |
| Popper Support your local emperor | |
| Pay him tribute every time | |
| Let it be known he holds your fate | |
| From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
| Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
| So that he may always feel secure | |
| In the vast empire that he' s made | |
| But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
| I' m not the one that needed an army | |
| I' m not the one that needed respect | |
| I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
| I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
| It seems one' s going to walk | |
| Where he' s willing to walk | |
| And with the ears of a bat | |
| And the eyes of a hawk | |
| You can see in the end | |
| It' s just a little bit of talk | |
| But a rodent' s always looking | |
| For some cat he can stalk | |
| To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
| Remember once when you were young | |
| It really was not all that long ago | |
| You reached out your hand and it was met | |
| If you let your heart will tell you so | |
| So bow your head don' t meet his eyes | |
| When royalty speaks you then reply | |
| Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
| Someday he may chance to wonder why | |
| But could you tell me what he' s ever done for you? | |
| I' m not the one that needed an army | |
| I' m not the one that needed respect | |
| I' m not the one that hopes they' ll remember | |
| I' m not the one they' ll likely forget | |
| It seems one' s going to walk | |
| Where he' s willing to walk | |
| And with the ears of a bat | |
| And the eyes of a hawk | |
| You can see in the end | |
| It' s just a little bit of talk | |
| But a rodent' s always looking | |
| For some cat he can stalk | |
| To meow for him, to meow for him... | |
| Support your local emperor | |
| Pay him tribute every time | |
| Let it be known he holds your fate | |
| From his fingertips shall flow the wine | |
| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet | |
| Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid | |
| Someday he may find his throne is cold | |
| In the vast empire that he' s made | |
| That he' s made... |