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