Bi-derman, bi-derman. Does whatever a bider can. Spins a web, any size, catches thrives, just like flies. Look out, there goes that bi-derman. Is he strong? Listen bud, he's got radioactive blood. Can he swing, from a thread? Take a look, overhead. Hey there, there goes that bi-derman. In the chill of night, at the scene of the fight, like a steak of light, he arrives just in time! Bi-derman, bi-derman, friendly neighborhood bi-derman, as for fame, he's ignored, action is his reward! Hey there, there goes that bi-derman.
