It’s a bad time to be an evil dictator – they’re all getting shot in sewers or having their fingers cut off and stuff. So here’s a little song to make the nasty frakkers feel better about their acts of mass genocide.
In the 1960s, you ruled the Third World across the globe from your secret missile bases. These days you’re just marketing chicken wings.
Happy Thanksgiving, evil villains everywhere. Your days are numbered… tick tock, goes the clock. Tick tock, tick tock.