Music Meister: Gears grindin', 'ropes bindin', coils windin, for a super sap!
DEATH TRAP!
Pistons pangin, clamps a-clingin', springs sprangin', it's the last laugh!
DEATH TRAP!

No encore for you this time, Batman! And I'm afraid it's closing night for my little birdie, too. shame; we could have made such sweet music! But now the world awaits my final number... and I shouldn't keep them!

Black Canary: Acid steamin', blades gleamin', lasers beamin', final Night Cap!
DEATH TRAP!
Bone [bad word] , 'flesh mushin', gore gushin', it's a dirt nap!
DEATH TRAP!
DEATH TRAP!
DEATH TRAP!
Batman: Was the singing really necessary?