No-one knows what I can see and What I see pleases me on my roof South Pacific hot sea pool, Coney Island amusement school for mispent youth It's all in my own front yard, seagulls Grazing in t the park and foreshore South-east wind pins back my ears Luna Park lights up the years of painless days
CHORUS I like it, upstairs in my house
Dealers selling junk and trash, People spend their hard earned cash on Sundays It's quiet when they fade away Westgate Bridge breaks up the day into red sky
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No-one knows what I can see and What I see it pleases me on my roof