Where are the clones? There ought to be clones.
Actually, what's kind of scary is that I knew at least one person who knew a person who knew the real Hitler. Add another degree or two, and it would be a whole handful.
"Send in the Clones" Sung to the tune of "Send in the Clowns" by Frank Sinatra
Where is the Reich, Isn’t it here
Mien Kompf at last on the ground and in mid-air
Send in the clones
Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps FEMA camps so you can’t even move?
But where are the clones? There ought to be clones
Just when I stopped killing by scores
Finally finding the life to take was actually yours
Making my entrance again with my usual fail
Postponing time lines
like chasing my tail
Don't you love a farce? My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clones? Send in the clones
Don't bother they're here
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clones? There ought to be clones
Well, maybe next year
The last couple stanzas work well with little change.