Superhero Blues

An army of loners
Assembled at dawn
To release all the pigeons
The generals had won

At a fairground in Memphis
Where the pies are all free
And the strongmen all serve
Burnt toast with High Tea.

But the meddling kids
Let the Boogie Man go,
And the Phantom of the Opera
Is late for the show.

It’s a little known fact
That Batman and Robin
Belong to a men’s club
That race with toboggans

And if Superman loses
His cape and his tie
He’ll fold up his S
And head for the skies

Where Green Goblin and Bogie
Can smoke all they want
And discuss all the losers
Like Descartes and Kant

And Iron Man wishes
His wardrobe had verve;
He’d propose to his girlfriend
When he saved up the nerve.

Oh, I read all the papers
And the news isn’t good,
The bad guys are fearless,
And the cops have all stood

With their hats in their hands
And their guns in their socks;
They’re done with the law,
They’re investing in stocks.

But I try not to worry—
It never does any good.
I’ll sit by the fire,
Until I run out of wood.