No Restrictions

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