Sep 19, 2010 17:31
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Hello, hello, Gordon? You called, I can’t hear a thing.
I can’t see the signal from the cave, you see, see.
What-what-what did you say? Oh you’re breaking up on me.
Sorry, can’t fight crime tonight, I’m kinda busy.
Just a second, all my gadgets are in disrepair
And I cannot reach you by grappling your way, hey.
You should’ve made some plans with me, you knew that Wayne was free.
And now you won’t stop signaling. I’m kinda busy.
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t want a city to save.
I left my belt and my car in the Batcave.
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t want a city to save.
I left my belt and my car in the Batcave.
Stop telephoning me. I’m busy.
Call all you want, only Alfred’s home.
You’re not gonna reach my telephone.
‘Cause I’m down here for real in the Batmobile
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone.
Now the way you’re tying up my phone
Will scare your crows no faster,
Feed your cat no faster,
Riddle this no faster.
I should have stayed in with my ward,
‘Cause this is a disaster.
Calling like you’re the Joker.
Sorry, I cannot answer.
Not that I don’t like you, I just don’t like your guns,
And I am sick and tired of being the only one.
Sometimes I feel like Gotham is messing with my head.
Tonight I will take no more calls. My parents are dead.
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t want a city to save.
I left my belt and my car in the Batcave.
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t want a city to save.
I left my belt and my car in the Batcave.
Call all you want, only Alfred’s home.
You’re not gonna reach my telephone.
‘Cause I’m down here for real in the Batmobile
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone.
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