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