Hindley Street Powderfinger

[Verse 1]
A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four
And the Hindley Street parade shuffles to my door
The hotel décor shades - they're always poorly sewn
Twenty-five in thirty days makes this room feel like home

[Bridge]
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na

[Verse 3]
The western ocean breeze kickstarts another day
An under-brewed bag tea, no matter where you get it
Always seems to leave that taste

[Verse 4]
The Todd Street Mall Café is here to save the day
Why should I complain when everybody else is overworked and underpaid?

[Bridge]
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na...

[Chorus]
Days keep rollin' over
Escape to the undercover
Soon it'll all be over
And we can start again, again