Song of the A.S.S.

(Air: "Drinking Song" ("Student Prince")

Plot! Plot! Plot we plots
Till none is left for a plotter to plot.
Plot! Plot! Plot we plots
Till there remains not a plot worth a jot.
Plot confusion to weak men and wise;
Tangle them, twist them, throw dust in their eyes.
Make them rise from their mental tomb;
Fill their souls with a sense of doom.
Plot! Plot! Let us conspire!
Plot! Plot! Set things on fire!
Plot! Plot! Plot! Let every conspirator build up the pyre.
Then Plot!