They don't play the song on the radio 
They don't show the [bad word] on the video 
They don't know that we are the media 
They don't know that we start the mania 
Your Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you 
Your [bad word] is off its seat and I'm shaking you 
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah - 
Showing off my map of Tasmania 

Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle 
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all 
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble 
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old 
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle 
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all 
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble 
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old 

I say grow that [bad word] like a jungle 
Give 'em something strong to hold onto 
Let it fly in the open wind 
If it get too bushy, you can trim 

They don't play the song on the radio 
They don't show the [bad word] on the video 
They don't know that we are the media 
They don't know that we start the mania 
You Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you 
Your [bad word] is off its seat and I'm shaking you 
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah - 
Showing off my map of Tasmania