Robert Baker - Sir Rosevelt

My hero, your hero

His her, her hero, our hero

Is Robert Baker

Baker, fucking hero

I can hear his name rain down the streets of

His jet is flying near

It’s Robert Baker

And where we go, all the people go

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

Cardigan, mullet, five asian girls

Twelve hundred barbers

Robert Baker

Hair like a Ken doll

Hair like a Ken doll

Hair like a Ken doll

And where we go, all the people go

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

Robert Baker