Hiding In My Headphones - Reel Big Fish

I’m dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

I’m dancing to the beat in my head

I’m dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

I’m dancing to the beat in my head

I’m hiding in my headphones

(Hiding in my headphones!)

Gonna turn them up so loud

Gonna drown this whole world out

I’m hiding in my headphones

(Hiding in my headphones!)

And everyone can see

That they won’t bother me

So get

Out of

My way

'Cause I don’t

Care what

You have to say

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

I wake up in the morning, turn me house key

Step into the big old world around me

And I hate the fuss of fighting, ya see

Hiding in my headphones where ya find me

Hey mister, I don’t mean to be rude

But it’s too early to have an attitude

So I… turn up the volume, take a journey

Hiding in my headphones, that’s where I’ll be

No wanna hear the chatter of the business man

No wanna hear the jingle of the ice cream van

No wanna hear the flappin' in the pigeon coops

Not even wanna listen to the mornin' news

Just dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head

I’m hiding in my headphones

(Hiding in my headphones!)

Gonna turn them up so loud

Gonna drown this whole world out

I’m hiding in my headphones

(Hiding in my headphones!)

And everyone can see

That they won’t bother me

So get

Out of

My way

'Cause I don’t

Care what

You have to say

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!

Here’s fingers for you

Here’s fingers for you

Just flash your damn light

And blow your horn too

Here’s fingers for you

Here’s fingers for you

When you see me not looking

Know just what you can do

This one’s for the guy dropping girls off to sling some shit (?)

He’s got the price, who’s got the stuff, oh I might have it (?)

I’m in my mind and I’m trying to listen to music (?)

They call my roaming in the lane try not to crash it (?)

Tempo is the beat and beats are my feet

Bouncing like a drum across the concrete

People in the city look so intense

I can see them talking but they make no sense

And I hate the fuss of fighting, ya see

Hiding in my headphones where ya find me

Hey mister, I don’t mean to insult

But to make small talk would be difficult

So I… turn up the volume, take a journey

Hiding in my headphones, that’s where I’ll be

No wanna hear the beeping of the taxi horn

No wanna hear the busker playing saxophone

No wanna hear the fellow holding out the paper

Not even wanna 'ear a 'ello from me neighbor

Just dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head

Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head

I’m hiding in my headphones

(Hiding in my headphones!)

Gonna turn them up so loud

Gonna drown this whole world out

I’m hiding in my headphones

(Hiding in my headphones!)

And everyone can see

That they won’t bother me

So get

Out of

My way

'Cause I don’t

Care what

You have to say

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Here’s fingers for you

Here’s fingers for you

Just flash your damn light

And blow your horn too

Here’s fingers for you

Here’s fingers for you

When you see me not looking

Know just what you can do

Now if you’re looking for trouble

You’ll get it on the double

You don’t know who you’re dealing with

I’m a rude boy from out of the town

Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head

Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head

Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head

Just dancing to the beat in my head