I'll be your friend, you'll show me how
Is still my street, so don't challenge me
So if you're ready to procrastinate
But I don't care, I don't care
In every way, you'll lose again
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm waiting to sneeze
I'll be your friend, you'll eat me up
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
We boast the widest range in town
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm trying to sneeze
Alarm clock is off, I'm trying to sleep
The hair's in my breeze
Some things don't change, for instance me
I don't hate you, just your jealousy
Well, I don't care, I don't care
I'll sail your third defeat today
Smelling of Bondi Beach, and the street, filthy as it may be
