Superman

I’m clapping my hands
My hero is here and here he stands
Arrived to take me to my homeland

But oh what is this
He cannot dress
For his pants are on top of his trouser, yes

And oh my lord, you surely test my fuse
For my hero is stood here wearing no shoes
It seems his wife has gone of her luxury cruise

His cape lies so crude
His mask is all skewed
What a mess it is so I must conclude

Mrs. Superwoman, yes I know who you are
Well please take a hint and follow a star
Lead you back here before your man goes too far