Abraham Lincoln’s fatally shot
by a dreadful figure up in the box
who runs around an awful lot
I have a good view. It’s Scrappy-Doo

Julius Caesar’s stabbed in the back
in a freaky toga party attack
I’m shocked to see who leads the pack
I’m afraid it’s true. Scrappy-Doo

Charles the First’s composure cracks
as he climbs the scaffold to face the facts
you’ll never guess who swings the axe
need a clue? uh-huh. Scrappy-Doo

Archduke Ferdinand gives a shout
as two loud pistol shots ring out
who starts the war is never in doubt
you know who. Scrappy-Doo

Leon Trotsky’s totally tricked
by a cartoon puppy with a comedy pick
Hanna-Barbera Realpolitik
but whaddya do. It’s Scrappy-Doo