Believe me, if I were dicator   You know what I'd do?   Come to think of it   There's a problem there   For aspiring tyrants like me and you      Ever wonder what it'd really be like   To be your own dicator   Might be its own kind of prison   Of total fear      Can't make love or go anywhere   Without bodyguards in your hair   Never know which trusted friend   Has plans to blow you away      3,000 pairs of shoes   No one to talk to   Enough guns to kill everyone you own   The masses act so loyal   Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice   I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Khadafi   Would you?      Power is boring   Power is boring   Power is boring      And ya know, I wonder how   The downtown crowd can stand themselves   Look sharp   Play to win   Through intimidation      That person at the next desk ain't your friend   He's your competitor   The only way to get promoted first is to get him first   Or else      Hi ho, whadya know   They all got the same plan for you   Where do these people go   Between their daily meals of work   Too burnt and stressed   To even think of how to spend the money   No one to show it to   But people just like me      Power is boring   Power is boring   Power is boring      Hot damn, we're the headliners at last   Gonna show this scene a thing or two   Play games and help our friends   Now the phone rings all the time   It's all your fault   You've been crowned king   Of what you used to warn us about      Why play that game at all?   The ones who want the power that bad   Are missing something in their lives   Being scared of my friends   In a junta, scene or business world   Is the most miserable existence   I could think of on earth