Robert Baker

My hero, your hero, our hero Is never here, is Robert Baker Baker, fucking hero I can hear his name rain down the streets of quiet lanes His jet is flying near, is flying near It's Robert Baker, Robert Baker, Baker And where we go, all the people go And where we go, all the people go All the people go 1, 2, Robert Baker Robert Baker Robert Baker He ain't into going out He's got the whole club in his house Hey there, mullet, five asian girls Twelve hundred bottles Robert Baker Hear it like a tempo Hear it like a tempo Hear it; like a tempo And where we go, all the people go And where we go, all the people go All the people go 1, 2, Robert Baker Robert Baker Robert Baker Robert Baker Robert Baker