Tom Smith - Rotten Robin lyrics

Alas, my love, to me wrong you've done, you've interrupted my joy and fun, You dropped me into that acid vat -- I'll get you back, you dirty bat. Green hair, 'tis such a fright, my lips too red, my skin too white, My purple suit, it looks so cute, but not so distinct as my green hair. Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, Tweet, tweet -- tweet-tweet! He lived on the streets where he learned to steal, Even swiped the hubs off the Batmobile. Batman thought he deserved a chance, But try to be a man wearing short green pants. Rotten Robin, Rotten Robin, Oh, Rotten Robin, you're a cotton-pickin' pain in the side. His parents got k**ed by the local mob, For getting caught up in a little job. Batman thought he should show some cla**, But Jason's first law was "Watch Your Ass." Rotten Robin, Rotten Robin, Oh, Rotten Robin, you're a poster child for infanticide. Commissioner Gordon said "The kid's a punk," Alfred found hot TVs in the Batmobile's trunk. When he put in a stereo with a hundred-watt amp, They wondered if they had the Jason from that camp. He followed the Joker one dark day, And got caught -- funny how it works that way. So here ends the story of a damn rude teen, Wrapped around a barrel of nitroglycer-een. Rotten Robin, Rotten Robin, Oh, Rotten Robin, you'll be soaked up with a blotter tonight. Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, Tweet, tweet -- he's meat!