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Who Let Him In Here? by Tom Smith

Released on Saturday, January 19th, 1991
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Rotten Robin Lyrics (by Tom Smith)

Introduction (to the tune of "Greensleeves"):
Alas, my love, to me wrong you've done, you've interrupted my joy and fun,
You dropped me into that acid vat -- I'll get you back, you dirty bat.
Green hair, 'tis such a fright, my lips too red, my skin too white,
My purple suit, it looks so cute, but not so distinct as my green hair.

Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet,
Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet,
Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet,
Tweet, tweet -- tweet-tweet!

He lived on the streets where he learned to steal,
Even swiped the hubs off the Batmobile.
Batman thought he deserved a chance,
But try to be a man wearing short green pants.

Rotten Robin, Rotten Robin,
Oh, Rotten Robin, you're a cotton-pickin' pain in the side.

His parents got killed by the local mob,
For getting caught up in a little job.
Batman thought he should show some class,
But Jason's first law was "Watch Your Ass."

Rotten Robin, Rotten Robin,
Oh, Rotten Robin, you're a poster child for infanticide.

Commissioner Gordon said "The kid's a punk,"
Alfred found hot TVs in the Batmobile's trunk.
When he put in a stereo with a hundred-watt amp,
They wondered if they had the Jason from that camp.

He followed the Joker one dark day,
And got caught -- funny how it works that way.
So here ends the story of a damn rude teen,
Wrapped around a barrel of nitroglycer-een.

Rotten Robin, Rotten Robin,
Oh, Rotten Robin, you'll be soaked up with a blotter tonight.

Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet,
Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet,
Tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet, tweedle-ee deedle-ee deet,
Tweet, tweet -- he's meat!


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