Baldheaded Babe Poem

Ooh, ya know, Clark Kent, he's got nothin' on me, High Flyin' Superman.

Slippin' on tights in telephone booths, shootin' off just fast as he can.

`Cause I don't need no stockins' or cape, uhn't uh, just a stall an' synthetic hair.

Don't wanna look like a GI Jane, a chick OD'ed on Nair.

When I burst right through that waitin' room door, got my shirt with its capital "C."

Gonna radiate that villain, yeah; Cancer Woman, ooh, that's me.

I'm a Baldheaded Babe, I'm the top of the line, don't make `em tougher than me.

I'm a Baldheaded Babe, so fierce, so fine, Whatcha get's not always whatcha see.

Yeah, I'm a Radiated Reb, I'm a Cool Chemo Chick,I'm flyin' high an' free.

I'm a speedin' bullet, I'm the dream in starry nights, Blue tights, ooh, ya can't touch me.

Well, woke to hair all on my pillow, in my eyes, my ears, my nose.

Hair fallin' in the shower past my neck and knees and toes.

Said, "How `bout some Rogaine? Just a little Vitamin E?

Bald's beautiful on Grandpa, yeah, but not, no way, on me."

So I stuck on this wig for the very first time, the blonde one I call "Sue,"

Wonderin', well, can everybody tell? an' wishin' for Super-glue.

REFRAIN

Oh, ya know, Clark Kent, he's got nothin' on me, High Flyin' Superman.

Slippin' on tights in telephone booths, shootin' off as fast as he can.

He's a-leapin' tall buildins' in a single bound, got muscles made of steel.

I'm a-tacklin' stone walls day by day, got prayer and an iron will.

Yeah, he's a leapin' tall buildins' in a single bound, got muscles made of steel.

I'm a-tacklin' stone walls day by day, got prayer and an iron will.

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