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