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.