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