To the tune of Spanish Flea

There was a little Vasari
A conqueror he thought he'd be
He heard of meanies like Hitler
and Mussolini he'd seen on TV
Why not a little Vasari?

And so he hid
Inside a Kanrak from madrid
He arrived in the city
Still plottin his evil schemes!
As proud as any Vas could be

He walked around
As if he owned the town
Humming his pint sized scheme
With his scimitar he knew he'd be a star
And in his own home town, how proud he'd be

Then all at once he met a man
Who said, "I'll help you if i can"
He listened close to his plan
And then he went right along for you see
He loved that little Vasari