Give me no restrictions on what I do or say
Don`t speak of tomorrow when it`s still today
Leave me to my selfish ways, I`m well enough alone
That is what I tell myself as I stumble home
Derelict across the street in the garbage bin
Looks like he`s found something neat judging by his grin
Such a long long way to go, hope I get there soon
Wish I could jump a great height and land in my front room
Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh
Wake up in the morning make sure I`m still alive
Percolate the coffee opens up my eyes
Hear the cricket calling switch on the TV
Sit and stare for hours and cheer Dennis Lillee
Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh
Through the de-restriction zone we pass a long wide load
Laugh at the reflections of cat`s eyes on the road
Freeways hypnotize me, up up and away
Hope we make it home tonight
Be that as it may