Robyn Hitchcock And The Egyptians - Superman lyrics

(One two) What?... three four! Superman, superman, crunchy little superman Found you in a Corn Flakes box Nourished you in privacy Touched the parts you couldn't reach You improved immediately She's a squeaking head on a pleasure box And the boys don't understand It took the Holy Roman Empire Just to get you by my side And I'm gonna be more careful with you Aren't I? Superman, superman, let her settle gradually On the fire extinguisher You provided thoughtfully In the river on a punt Underneath the willow tree She's a squeaking head on a pleasure box And the boys don't understand It took the Holy Roman Empire Just to keep you satisfied And I'm gonna be more careful with you Obviously You'd better believe it You'd better believe it You'd better believe it You'd better believe it You'd better believe it You'd better believe it