Reel Big Fish - Hiding in My Headphones lyrics

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 sh** (?) 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