Trying To Sneeze — Ben Lee

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