Fizzle Stick

The air in the club is volcanic 
As Dynamo Man powers on

He always brings the voltage, 
Magnetic attraction flows strong

All the babes clad in silver lamay 
Are turned on by his electric aura

Like molten moths to a turbo flame,
They crave his super hero persona

While all the flawed mortal men
Sulk in the shadows and glower

Biding their time until the plug gets pulled
On the sparkler man with no staying power