The gentle winter haze creeps in at 3.44And the Hundley Street Parade shuffles to my doorThe hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn25 in 30 days makes this room feel like homeNa-na-na, na-na-na-naNa-na-na, na-na-na-naThe western ocean breeze kickstarts another dayAnd under brewed black tea, no matter where you get it, always seems to leave that tasteThe Todd Street Mall cafe is here to save the dayWhy should I complain? Everybody else is overworked and underpaidNa-na-na, na-na-na-naNa-na-na, na-na-na-naDays keep rolling over, escape to the undercoverSoon it'll all be over and we can start again, againMusicNa-na-na, na-na-na-naNa-na-na, na-na-na-naNa-na-na, na-na-na-naHey, keep rolling overEscape to the undercoverSoon it'll all be overAnd we can start again, againNa-na-na, na-na-na-na