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-ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
