I’m in a car in “Mother’s Oak”.
Laughin’ with a B.C.-mouth-full joke.
On our way to radio “Diagram”.
Presentin’ proudly our first published jam.
Classic sounds where rock should be.
“Bass” home in bed; present 2 out of 3.
“Dash” percussion, a long time ago.
“The Guitar King” and a table so : 

Let me be your local hero.
Let me be your local hero.
Blast my songs out of your stereo.
Blast my songs out of your stereo.

Sunday late, the last “roguish” night.
Catchy sounds are takin’ in my mind.
Fluent lyrics flow, bikin’ around da hood.
Ignoring some facts that nobody should.
Kickin’ da grooves of this smooth jam.
But the pressure involved, you’ll never understand.
You see I dreamt a dream ten years ago.
Bought a guitar and started writin’ so: 

Let me be your local hero. 
Let me be your local hero.
Blast my songs out of your stereo.
Blast my songs out of your stereo.

Please help me, please help me.
Please help me, please help me.
Please help me, please help me.
Please help me, please help me.

Mind the smoke ‘cause your system’s on fire.
Not caused by the burnin’ of electrical wires.
But done by an awfully lot equalised “lo(w)”.
You’re not surprised, than let me be your local hero. 

Let me be your local hero.
Let me be your local hero.
Blast my songs out of your stereo. 
Blast my songs out of your stereo.


(c) Supergum