Margot Kidder
You wouldn’t know it to look at me,
but I’m a superhero
I’ve got x-ray vision and everything
My frail frame belies my strength
I can lift tall buildings
with one hand tied behind my back
But the morning after each episode
I wake up at home, alone
Despite my mediocre looks,
I’m daily dared by damsels
to fight international crime
In the end I always win the day –
I save the world, I get my girl
But the morning after each episode
I wake up at home, alone
The comfort of knowing that
I’ve saved you all wears thin
My superhuman efforts largely go unrewarded
The government won’t take my phone calls
On my days off I hang around the centre of town,
but I don’t get stopped
But the morning after each episode
I wake up at home, alone
The comfort of knowing that
I’ve saved you all wears thin
The day after each episode
I wake up and wish that I
wouldn’t be expected to get out of bed and help mankind
I’d comb my hair a little differently and put on some glasses,
find somewhere to hide,
tell the United Nations they’ve got the wrong number and I’d live a quiet life