The Evil Overlord Blues
set to any standard three note blues riff.
Every night, he haunts my dreams,
Perfect teeth and perfect hair,
Brand new plate mail suit,
Riding a pure white mare.
He kills all of my henchmen,
Just like cutting the grass,
I think that "knight" is greek for,
One big pain in the ass.
I spend high gold to train them,
Good henchmen, hard to find,
He kills them without regard,
Drives me out of my mind.
From the goodness of his soul,
To the purity of his shoes,
He's killing all my Pit Fiends,
And I don't know what to do,
His face is way too pretty,
And his aim is way too true,
There just ain't no cure,
For these Evil Overlord Blues.
I hide my gold in dungeons,
Guarded by traps and trolls,
He trashes them completely,
Man this is getting so old.
He takes away all my virgins,
There is nothing he won't take,
And without us Evil overlords,
He'd be jobless for goodness sake!
I want his family rubbed out,
His pets locked in my zoo,
Friends and formers lovers,
And all his in-laws too.
From the goodness of his soul, (Oh! Goodness of that soul!)
To the purity of his shoes, (Yea! I hate them shoes!)
He's killing all my Pit Fiends, (Oh! All the lovely Pit Fiends!)
And I don't know what to do, (Yea! I'm just so confused!)
His face is way too pretty, (No! Not even any pimples!)
And his aim is way too true, (Watch where you point that thing!)
There just ain't no cure, (Oh no, whoa whoa whoa)
For these Evil Overlord Blues. (bluuuuuuuuueeeeeessssssssss………..)
Thanks to Roger (Alacrity) Briant for this contribution!