Copping the sound, the sound cops me
I've got nothing to lose, my hair's in the breeze
I don't hate you, just your jealousySo if you're ready to procrastinate
I'll be your friend, you'll eat me up
We boast the widest range in town
I'll be your friend, you'll show me howAlarm clock is off, I'm trying to sleep
Smelling of Bondi Beach, and the street, filthy as it may be
Is still my street, so don't challenge me
Some things don't change, for instance meI'll sail your third defeat today
In every way, you'll lose againBut I don't care, I don't care
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm waiting to sneeze
The hair's in my breezeWell, I don't care, I don't care
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm trying to sneeze
The hair's in my breeze