Lyrics:

It's 35 CE
I've got a villa on the isle of Capri
Far from where prying eyes can see
I've got a passport to depravity
Rubbed a lobster in a fisherman's eyes
Because he took me by surprise
Now that fisherman is blind
While I gaze up at a bright blue skies

I've got a passport to depravity
A license for my lechery
My collection of pornography extends as far as the eye can see
I've got a passport to depravity
A permit for my perversity
They say the old goat is licking the does and I've trained the tiddlers to nibble my toes
But if these thing help to sooth my woes
Then I won't be coming home
I won't return to Rome

I loved a woman named Vipsania
I never wanted to part from her
In my dreams we're on the steps
And she gives me a second chance

I saw a handsome Acolyte
I saw him at the sacrifice
And so I rushed him from the room
And I debauched a flute player too

I've got a passport to depravity
A license for my lechery
My obsession with obscenity, it will go down in history
I've got a passport to depravity
A permit for my perversity
They say the old goat's garden is filled with nymphs and pans
But they never understood my plans
I won't be coming home
I won't return to Rome

Mallonia , she said no
That's when I knew she had to go
Mallonia , refused my advances
Some people just have to take their chances

I've got a passport to depravity
A license for my lechery
My collection of pornography extends as far as the eye can see
I've got a passport to depravity
A license for my lechery
My penchant for perversity will go down in history