I do the deciding around here
No one gets to tell me what to do
No one knows who I really am
All I want to do is have some fun

But I never get to have my fill
Those maniacs, in their spandex suits
They always have to run in and “save the day”
And all those hostages love them for it

That first time they show up really is fun
They talk, I tell them my plan, my hostage screams
Then hopefully something goes boom
Or maybe a bang that’s nice too

Man I really am tired of them coming into my city
Trying to tell me what I can and can’t do 
I do have to admit, I never want them to leave
Cause then what would I do?