Salt and Pepper Johnny

O Superman! Me without You!
Robot lassy dismantled Salt and Pepper Johnny.
With the Asian pride for the trusty chords
Whistle the tune, do husk the mulatu.
Dirty talk from the genes fell from such great heights
I am sore, masked killer.
My plaster casts sought their future
In the left wing.
And we let it all fall
for Salt and Pepper Johnny.