In my Batmobile.
You squealed in delight,
We're going to Paris.
Caught between my passport
And a rootbeer float.
I turned the car around,
Cause you made fun of me.
You tell me I'm
Ridiculous.
A clown,
So preposterous.
Who would believe the
King was the Joker,
Hiding behind
His confidence
Blasting down the highway In my Batmobile. You squealed in delight, We're going to Paris. Caught between my passport And a rootbeer float. I turned the car around, Cause you made fun of me. You tell me I'm Ridiculous. A clown, So preposterous. Who would believe the King was the Joker, Hiding behind His confidence Explain Request ×
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