Super-parodies

Thank Rao I’m a Krypton Boy
Well Krypton life was kinda laid back
Till the planet blew up like a train gone off the track
The Kents took me in, put my rocket in a shack
Thank Rao I’m a Krypton boy

Well a Smallville, Kansas, life never did me no harm
A pickin’ up a tractor and buildin’ a whole barn
In 8 seconds I can milk all the cattle on the farm
Thank Rao I’m a Krypton boy

Well I got me some friends by the name Pete and Lana
She’s a pretty little redhead, He’s got hair like a banana
But Lex lost his hair like Mr. Clean, not Spic n Spana
Thank Rao I’m a Krypton boy

When these kids came to see me in a yella soap bubble
They gave me lotsa tests and I had a lotta trouble
It was all just a joke, too bad Smallville’s left in rubble
Thank Rao I’m a Krypton boy

Well I got me a dog and I got me a monkey
Red kryptonite glows and we feel pretty funky
Someday my buddy Lex will hire Otis for a flunky
Thank Rao I’m a Krypton boy

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You know this one, you hommes sans chapeaux…

S-U-P-E-R-M-A-N
He can fly if he wants to
Like a bird or like a plane
He can fly in the sky and save a random guy
Or that hottie Lois Lane
He can fly if he wants to
Way up north to talk to Dad
But his dad is gone with the rest of Krypton
And it makes him kinda sad
He can fly He can fly
Look at that red cape there
He can fly He can fly
It matches his underwear
He’s so fine He’s so strong
The first and still the best they say
You know the line So sing along
Truth, Justice, the American Way
He’s Superman, Superman
He’s Superman, Superman
He can fly like a bullet
With more power than a train
He can jump over towers
with Kryptonian powers
And change the way that rivers drain
Bend a crowbar like a pretzel
But he dresses like a shmuck
In a telephone booth Fights for justice and truth
And America when we’re in luck
He has friends Lotsa friends
At the Planet where they work
Jimmy Olsen is his pal Lois treats him like a jerk
He’s Superman, Superman
He’s Superman, Superman
S-U-P-E-R-M-A-N
He’ll be young in the future
And if you don’t understand
He’s also been dead and split into blue and red
So there really isn’t any kind of plan
He was in love with Lana
But she married his best friend
So he still fights with Lex But if he had sex
For poor Lois it would be the end
He’s Superman, Superman
He’s Superman, Superman

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With White Blank Eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be the Batman
Not even Cat-Man
With white blank eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To hearing Gotham’s cries
But my dreams are always haunted
By my parents’ futile plea
All my nights fighting evil
My life is vengeance
Till Gotham’s free
No one knows what it’s like
To chase these villains
But I don’t kill
Unlike Joe Chill
No one fights back as hard for this city
I fight for innocents—always will
Hugo Strange and Poison Ivy
Joker, Riddler, Penguin too
They would see me crying, dying
But that won’t happen, I swear to you
The thugs and muggers in the alleys
In the night when their greed runs hot
But I know that they’re all weak-willed
A cowardly, superstitious lot
I will seek out anything evil
Gotham City I’ll protect
Bat-signal flashes o’er the skyline
I respond, cape around my neck
No one knows what it’s like
To be the Batman, to fight the bad man
With white blank eyes

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