Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods Where's the streetwise Hercules To fight the rising odds Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed Late at night I toss and I turn And I dream of what I need I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life…