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 jealousy
So 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 how


Alarm 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 me
I'll sail your third defeat today

In every way, you'll lose again

But 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 breeze


Well 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