What's this you've given me?
It looks like rancid slop!
Do you really expect me to eat this trash?
It even smells like horses plop!
What's all this costing me?
How much? Are you pulling my leg?
You'll have me bankrupt mate!
I'll be forced on the streets to beg!
You poncy restaurants make me sick,
With your up your own bum grub!
Next time I fancy going out for a meal,
I'll have one down the pub!
The bottom's dropped out of the superhero business,
Kids have got new rolemodels instead,
Robin's now a struggling busker,
Batman won't get out of bed.
The Joker sells insurance,
Comissioner Gordon lives in a box,
The Riddler sits in a bar all alone,
His life, like his drinks, on the rocks.
Catwoman cries 'Avon calling!',
King Tut cleans out the loos,
The Penguin sleeps on a bench in the park,
Suffering Gotham City Blues.
