By Five O'clock Tea -

Citizens of the World!

He was the devil.

He was the brain

He went for world domination again

But his twisted, wicked mind could get stuck

On matters it did not ought to:

Why does the dungeon of doom

Keep the devil in the next room?

The public demands an answer

Some say potato.

Me, for one, say otatop

Backwards masking may not scare you, but

Down here I am considered to be just too tough

I put the kettle on.

Pick up the telephone:

Give me world domination by five o’clock tea

I have got a nuclear bomb, and I know how to use it

Calling long distance from the top of the world

I am the devil