You wouldn't know it to look at me,
But I'm a superhere-
I've got x-ray vision and everything.
My frail frame belies my strength-
I can lift tall buildings
With one hand tied behind my back.
But the morning after each episode
I wake up at home, alone.
Despide my mediocre looks,
I'm daily dared by damsels
To fight international crime.
In the end i always win the day-
I save the world, get my girl.
But the morning after each episode
I wake up at home, alone.
The comfort knowing that
I've saved you all wears thin.
My superhuman efforts
Largely go unrewarded.
The government won't take my phone calls.
On my days off I hang around
The centre of town.
And the morning after each episode
I wake up at home, alone.
The days after each episode
I wake up and wish that I
Wouldn't be expeted to get out of bed
And help mankind.
I'd comb my hair a little differently, and
Put on some glasses,
Find somewhere to hide.
Tell the United Nations that
They've got the wrong number and
I'd live a quiet life.