The Dictator Shanty

We meet up every Sunday in south eastern Kazakhstan, beneath the flickering oil lamps of a trembling peasant's barn.
It's a come down from the palaces the mansions and the villas, with no chandelier to light our game, no concubines to thrill us.
Our number once was legion but alas there's now much less - we fought a fight with freedom and we came off second best,
We battled with democracy went toe to toe with right, and one by one we lost our heads, were vanquished by the light.
Now the world has travelled on again and left us all behind, just Santos, me and General G., the last of all our kind.
And we sit beneath the oil lamp o'er our weekly game of Scrabble, reminiscing of those halcyon days before the proles and rabble
Rose up from their muddy hovels, with their pitchforks and their logs, set to bite the hand that fed them like a bunch of rabid dogs.
And we drink a drink to happier times, salute our fallen kin with our old Dictator Shanty when we raise our voice and sing¦

It's fun to be a despot
It's a laugh to rule by fear
Killing dissidents by daytime
Spending night time drinking beer
Genocide and torture
Opulent and flash
God bless One-Party systems
For they keep us all in cash!

Oh Ceausescu, what did they do?
Took your country got some rope and snapped your spine.
Well they may have got you darling
But they didn't get Joe Stalin
So we raise our glass and toast you both in wine!

It's fun to be a despot
It's great to have that power
We crush the opposition
And then nap for half an hour
Concubines and Harems
Gas chambers and the gun
God bless that old germ warfare
For it makes our life such fun!

Oh Idi Amin. How we loved your grin
How you'd tell us dirty jokes and bring good cheer.
Mussolini he got shot
Then we lost our dear Pol Pot
So we raise our glass and toast you all in beer!

It's fun to be a despot
It's grand to be the boss
We like to fix elections
And then kill the scum that lost,
Poverty and sadness
Ten-course meals and booze
God Bless those UN Sanctions
For they mean we cannot lose!

Oh Adolf my love. In the skies above
Killed your mrs in a bunker then your pooch
You had a cunning ruse
But got bogged down with the Jews
So we raise our glass and toast to you in hooch!

It's fun to be a despot
It's nice to be like God
We educate the children
With an Uzi not the rod.
Chalices and silver
Wooden spoons and plates
God bless being a dictator
For it makes our lives just great!