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, I hope I get there soon   Wish I could jump a great height and land in my front room      Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh      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 ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh      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 ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh   ...