Technically I’m Nite Owl II, don’t mix me up with the first one.
Right on cue, I observe a crime and alert some
figures of authority, ‘cause I’ve gone quits on the cape game.
Midsection’s gone thick to my great shame
and my gadgets are all dusty,
but my conscience still nags pretty bad. You can trust me
to get fussy, also to get freaky
while we’re flying up on high in Archimedes.