Mr. Fett

He just wanted his picture taken, I couldn't say no. I mean, he has a flame thrower on his wrist for crying out loud.

My backpack's got jets
Well I'm Boba the Fett
Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time
I don't like to waste.

Get down