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