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An almost true story. I‘ve changed the names to protect the innocent. Oh Lillian Babcock, where are you now? December 2020. Listen with headphones.
SuperHero
Way way back in our playground days,
When Top Trumps was the latest craze,
All I ever wanted to do,
Was be a hero and rescue you.
When Barry Bates made you cry,
I wanted to give him a fat black eye,
Throw him with my bionic arm
And make sure you were safe from harm.
I’d be your superhero,
When you need me I’d appear-oh,
I’d be your superhero.
I’d be your superhero,
I’d fly in and everyone would cheer-oh,
I’d be your superhero.
When Sally Huxtable pulled your hair,
I wanted to swing on a web right there,
Use my powers of nuclear fission,
And zap her with my laser vision.
To keep you safe was a no-brainer,
Your enemies would be smoking trainers,
You would fall and I would catch,
Bullies will have met their match.
I used to dream for hours,
About having super powers,
To keep you from harm’s way.
But I had just one ability
And that was invisibility,
You never looked my way.
Then one day my chance came,
When Danny Briggs called you names,
I stood my ground, clenched my cheek,
He knocked me clean into next week.
Then you stepped forward and with one hand,
Threw him over your shoulder, I watched him land,
I never knew you did karate,
Then you turned and invited me to your party.
Image by DRW
- Genre
- Folk & Singer-Songwriter