He's got hair down to his chin
He's a mod with feelings,
and that's how his days begin
Never sleeps until the sun comes up
Don't you mind stirring the day
Somewhere else but here is safe
Ask him if he knows what time it is
Doesn't seem to really care
Making tea in the morning sun
Cutting chicks up in his chair
He's got hair down to his chin
And that's how his days be gin
Nothing seems to really change
Every morning somewhere different
But to a stranger nothing's
Walks his way to the vantage line
He lays down cheerless on the band
While all his friends are busy partying
He brings projections in his hand
He's got hair down to his chin
And that's how his days begin
He's got hair down to his chin,
And that's how his days begin,
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