Hindley Street - Powderfinger

A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four

The hindley st parade shuffles to my door

The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn

Twenty-five in thirty days makes this room feel like home

Na na na

Na na na na Na na na Na na na na The western ocean breeze kick starts another day

And under brewed bag tea no matter where you get it always seems to leave that

taste

The todd street mall cafe is here to save the day

Why should i complain when everybody else is overworked and underpaid

Na na na

Na na na na Na na na Na na na na Days keep rolling over

Escape to the undercover

Soon it will all be over

And we can start again