Beer Belly Batman-White Trash Super Hero

There's a calmness to the air of the trailer park As the dumpster in the back slides to the right Underneath is where our Super Hero has his lair And where adventure starts out every night For years now it's been the same old routine Belches as he wobbles to his feet Throws the remote down on the beer stained couch Scratches his rear at the same time picking his teeth Yes, the night belongs to Beer Belly Batman Who spends his time fighting petty crime From spitting on the sidewalkers to mouth full of food talkers Putting them back in their place and back in line Sure he used to be a top notch crime fighter Evil forces he always did foil But after years and years of beating crime up The beating on him has taken its toll If the neighbors music is to loud feel free to call him Nothing he likes better than knocking heads of unruly kids Hey Punk!Pull Your Pants Up! Is his favorite motto... Giving Super Hero Wedges like nobody's biz I don't know about you but this much is true I always feel a little more safe and sound And sleep that much better at night Knowing there's a White Trash Super Hero around