My Name is Superman and I’m an Alcoholic

I’m Superman and I have a problem
I love the bottle to death
I go around saving the world
Whilst having fermented breath

I stop criminals in their tracks
But I still cannot walk straight
Sometimes I pass out in alleyways
As early as half past eight

I fly in loops and swirls
And sometimes forget my pants
Sometimes I wake up covered in honey
To the delight of many ants

One day I jumped to fly but fell,
I thought my life was over
I was surprised that my powers were gone
Maybe it was ‘cause I was sober.