 In Dittendorten they love, they love their pom-pon-nickel. Nickel, nickel, nickel, nickel, pom-pon-pon-nickel. Ah, Smosey. Smosey, it's strange, you know. It's so strange. Here I am, the Duke of Dittendorten. I have power, wealth, my people are starving, and yet I feel dissatisfied.