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
  
  Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh