No one knows what I can see
And what I see it pleases me on my roof
South Pacific hot sea pool,
Coney Island amusement school for mispent youth
Its all in my own front yard,
seagulls grazing in the park and foreshore
South-East wind pins back my ears,
Luna Park lights up the years of painless days
I like it, upstairs in my house
Dealers selling junk and trash, people spend
their hard earned cash on Sundays
Its quiet when they fade away, Westgate Bridge
breakes up the day, into red sky
I like it, upstairs in my house, upstairs in my house
No one knows what I can see and what
I see it pleases me on my roof
I like it, upstairs in my house, upstairs in my house
