The count has an eye on his ankle
And lives in a horrible place
He wants to remove your face
And you might be thinking "What a romp this is!"
But wait 'til you meet his accomplices
you're suddenly full of disgust and despair and dismay
In the whole of the soul of Count Olaf, there's no love
When you see Count Olaf, count to zero
Or die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Two women with powdered-white faces
And one long-nosed bald man with warts
There's a hook-handed person
And others with nastier parts
This evil and unpleasant crew
Completes Count Olaf's acting troupe
The goal of Count Olaf is getting control of
The fortune of urchins and orphans, hooray!
I mean, horrors! Count Olaf is no laughing matter
When you see Count Olaf, count to zero
Or die, die, die, die, die
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