In a Michigan junkyard
Beagles by his side
Clarence worked with scrap
Dreams he couldn't hide
Old parts in the garage
Tinkerin' late at night
Built a suit of power
Ready for a fight
Super suit so strong
Oil jets to blind
Fans to lift him high
Took on evil kind
Heard the super team
Needed one like him
Passed the tough initiation
Ready on a whim
First battle came swift
Clarence was the star
Used his mighty gadgets
Flew right near and far
Super suit so strong
Oil jets to blind
Fans to lift him high
Took on evil kind