(Colin Hay/Ron Strykert)
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
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
What I see it pleases me on my roof