V
I work all day in the "Manor Wayne"
It's an endless job, it's a royal pain
While those two galoots go out fighting crime
I am stuck with repairs and the bat-grime

V
You'd think rich Bruce could afford a staff
But I asked him once, all he did was laugh
"It's a secret lair, as you know, old friend"
As he ran off to battle the Pen-guin

C
All day gotta wash the suits
Gotta patch the holes, gotta shine the boots
All night in the stinkin' cave
Don't know how I wound up such a Wayne slave

V
It's not enough that I clean the floor
For a house that has forty rooms or more
But fixing computers just complicates
After all does he think I am Bill Gates?

C
All day gotta set bat-clocks
Gotta clean bat-poles, gotta darn bat-socks
I've got one foot in the grave
Don't know how I wound up such a Wayne slave

V
I'm overworked and I need a break
I have had as much guano as I can take
It's been so long since I've gotten laid
So I told Bruce to hire a cute maid

Then I wouldn't mind being a Wayne slave