Now people always come around
  But they don't always stick around
  I run a comb across my head
  I wish my hair would settle down
  The clock I see is running slow
  The batteries are running low
  I run a comb across my head
  And it feels the same like it did before
  You're just another first footer across my door
  And little less care (hair?) than I had last year
  But it doesn't worry me because I
  I have no fear
  Here
    The car I see is painted black
  I'm steering (staring) at the driver's back
  He runs a comb across his head
  And it feels the same like it did before
  You're just another fresh fare across his door
  And little less care than he had last year
  But it doesn't worry him because he
  He has no fear
  Here, here
    Now people always come around
  But they don't always stick around
  They run a comb across your head
  I wish my hair would settle down
  The clock I see is running slow
  We've only got three years to go
  We run our combs across our heads
  And it feels the same like it did before
  You're just another first footer across the door
  And little less care than we took last year
  But it doesn't worry us because we
  We have no fear
  Here
  Have we
  We have no fear
  Have we
  We have no fear