No one knows what I can see and 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.