Now somewhere on a bleak mountaintop in Latveria
Lived a doctor named Victor von Doom

One day he built a machine to commune with wraiths
It exploded in his face
Victor wanted revenge
And Reed Richards was his boy

So he built him an armor suit
Took a long commute to New York with his goons

Victor von Doom
By hatred consumed
Targeted Mr. Fantastic

Richards by name
He'd gained himself fame
By being extremely elastic

He hung with three more
And as Fantastic Four
They'd gotten some press as crimefighters

A thing with great mass
An invisible lass
The fourth a full-body igniter

Now this strange quartet
Were fixing their jet
Ensconced in the great Baxter Building

Victor appeared
His metal mask jeered
And short-circuited all of their shielding

He then threw a switch
The place started to pitch
And Richards was caught in a vortex, ahh

D'do d'do d'do do do do
D'do d'do d'do do do do
D'do d'do d'do do do d'do d'do d'do d'do
Do do do do do do

Well, the force field kicked in
Ending their spin
And then Reed blew his fuse with a cable

He said "Victor, may I presume?"
And Victor said "I prefer Doctor Doom"
"And I'm returning, I'm returning, fools, until you are disabled"

Now Victor von Doom
Sits back in a room
Next to Stan Lee and Jack Kirby (The Bullpen)

Stan makes it clear
That he'll reappear
At least until ish number thirty
Ahh, 'nuff said

D'do d'do d'do do do do
D'do d'do d'do do do do
D'do d'do d'do do do d'do d'do d'do d'do
Do do do do do do

D'do d'do d'do do do do, come on, Docky boy
D'do d'do d'do do do do, come on, Docky boy
D'do d'do d'do do do d'do d'do d'do d'do
The story of Docky there