Well I don’t think I can make it ‘til I die Without screwing around and getting real high I don’t want to be a hero I just want to be a Superman and fly Said I don’t want to be an outlaw ‘til I’m dead I don’t wanna live my whole life off my head I don’t want a job in a junkyard I’ll figure out to be a Superman instead And I’ll race out of the phone booth With a black bow tie, and a smile And I’ll race man, through the city For a hundred thousand miles Spreading the love child
