I was a super from before my pre-school;
Grew my muscle, and bust petty fools.
I'd sit and listen to the scanner Wednesdays,
With aspirations of joining the fray.
Helen would tell me "Be more flexible,"
So that I won't become Indelible.
"Lucius, my company's a cubicle mob.
Say, we should save the whole world without a real job."
Save the whole world without a real job,
Work out, stay loose. Try not be a slob.
Getting distracted, or my name isn't Bob.
Yeah, baby! Save the whole world without a real job.
I played it sly, that nine to five scene.
I tossed my boss like he was just a bad dream!
I met Mirage, got a slick dossier,
Then I traveled all night. I jog all day.
I met with Dicker, Edna, then my best fan.
He went from Buddy, to Syndrome with a plan.
He took one monologue to say, "You, sly dog!
Save the whole world without a real job."
Save the whole world without a real job.
Super dead bones, somebody got robbed.
Violet is crushing, Dashiell listen to Mom.
Why don't we save the whole world, without a real job?
Got no real job. Yeah baby, got no real job!
Got no real job. "Hey Honey, where's my suit?"
We hit the big time after Underminer.
The future's brighter now that we've got Deavor!
I'm catching Jack-Jack before Lucius says "Bob!"
Plus, we're saving the world with Helen's real job.
Save the whole world with Helen's real job,
Getting brainwashed, 'cause Evelyn's a slob.
Keep it together, or my name isn't Bob!
Yeah, baby! Save the whole world with Helen's real job!
Helen's real job. Yeah baby, Helen's real job!
Helen's real job. "Hey Honey, where's my suit?"
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Parody: The Second
PoetryAnother volume of poetic parodies for those interested to read more. Enjoy!