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
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
Robert Baker
Robert Baker
Robert Baker
Robert Baker
Robert Baker

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