There's shadows, Cast by skyscrapers, Hiding the thieves and the rapers, They hide, In the dark, But don't suspect I'm hiding there too, Waiting, Just me and my bats. I shake them and punch them, Hit them with my bat-a-rang, My cell phones goes, I ignore it, It'll just be Alfred saying the rest of their friends, Got frightened off and ran. We'll find them later, With a bat tracer, I put on their shady, off-white rapey van. I've got gadgets, and gizmos, A cool bike, car and jet, A corporate black card, In the shape of a winged mammal, Have you guessed what it is yet? I don't know what to tell you, It's aesthetically pleasing, To be giving a beating, In our eternal nightly, Tit for tat. The bad guys are crime-ing, Then they start whining, When I take them out with a flying-mouse-shaped, Sneaky, unsuspecting trap. I'm bat-shit crazy for bats! I'm bat-shit crazy for bats! I've gotten a new, shiny, armoured suit, It's black, Bet you didn't see that coming? They won't see me when they are running. Into the dark night, Bet they wish they had a bat flashlight. "KA-BOOM, POW, AND WHACK", I hit them, knock them flat, I'm bat-shit crazy about bats! I'm bat-shit crazy about bats! They say I've got bats in the attic, I've really got them everywhere, In my manor, in my sofa, Even in my bed when I'm alone, But no matter what The Joker says, There's nothing weird going on. I just like the aesthetics, They are shadows with wings, There's sadness in the darkness, But its joy in me they bring. I'm bat-shit crazy, for bats! I'm bat-shit crazy, for bats! .
