They don't play the song on the radio They don't show the tits in the video They don't know that we are the media They don't know that we start the mania Eyes don't want to see but I'm making you Ass is off it's seat and I'm shaking you Walking down the street I'm the lady, ja 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 whacky, hurts with the stubble Walking round, look like an eight year old I say grow that sh** 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 tits in the video They don't know that we are the media They don't know that we start the mania Eyes don't want to see but I'm making you Ass is off it's seat and I'm shaking you Walking down the street I'm the lady, ja Showing off my map of Tasmania