Android at the superhero party. They were passing around 
hor d'eurves but they forgot me. I'm the guest of honour, 
but all I want to do is go. A very mean man went and ate 
the sun, so Brain Girl built a sun-making gun. I flew it 
out to Mercury, I shot it and it hurtled me home. It's 
going to be a long, long summer. The sun goes on 
dispensing its sunshine. The man is driven to commiting 
more of his crimes. Tackle Girl tackles him. I make sure 
he won't go free. Telegraph Lass grabs all the glory. 
Mary Magnets has a newspaper story. I just sit here 
gleaming, daydreaming of electric sleep. Chorus.