Et tu Brute? Is all I have to say
So come and have a stab - make a Caesar kebab
Et tu Brute, it's time for you to slay
But Brutus, understand, you honourable man

Yon Cassius was never a Caesar fan
A lean and hungry look, a lean and hungry man
I should have known that I was right at that
When I wanted around only men who are fat

Et tu Brute? I thought I could trust you
But now I'm made to pay, I should have stayed away

Soon all that's left'll be a dead Caesar's body
A body full of holes a-lying on the ground
But I know that I'm JC, and not Noddy
JC's always go down

Et tu Brute? You didn't let it show
That Casca was a pain- made holes in my toupée
Ouch! Did I hear a thud and then a thwack
The sound of being stabbed, lit'rally in the back

There's too many wounds, now I can't ignore 'em
Not a funny thing, on my way to the Forum
They'd pat me on the back - been like that all my life
Just looking for the place they're gonna stick the knife

Et tu Brute? Look, come on stab away
Your ears should start to burn: they're saying it's your turn

Soon all that's left'll be a dead Caesar's body
Bloody conspirators a-standing all around
It all goes to show that Caesar ain't God, he
Turns red then falls down

Et tu Brute? My life it ebbs away
And you before me stand, your dagger in your hand
Et tu Brute? You're joining in the fight
It wasn't always so - you're killing me, you know

I could decry last words before I die:
Infamy, infamy! They've got in in fo' me
How could I know what a Carry On there'll be
Brutus, you don't reply - it's Caesar's time to die

Et tu Brute? The knife is in your hand
The end of this soirée, you stab and shout "Touché"

And all that's left is a dead Caesar's body
A-lying in a pool of blood on the floor
And all that's left is a dead Caesar's body
More holes than a sieve and leaking out gore
And all that's left is a dead Caesar's body
And a Mark Anthony speaking outside the door