By Brown
I DON'T HOW LONG I'LL LAST, BUT GOTTA GET MOVIN' AND MOVIN' FAST. I GOTTA BREAK THROUGH TO THE SIDE, I'VE GOT TO RUN, GOT TO FLY.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
NOW I'M IN A HURRY AND I STAND STILL, IF I DON'T GO NOW, YOU KNOW, I WILL. I WANNA BE FOOT LOOSE AND TO ROAM, I WANNA THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD MY HOME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY TO ME.
LIVING IN A CAGE REALLY WAS MY STYLE. NOW I'VE GOT THE CHANCE, I'M A-RUNNIN' MILE.
(Meow - - meow - meow - meow) (Meow - meow - - meow)
I'VE GOT A PLAN, BEEN WAITING FOR THE DAY WHEN I CAN GET THE CHANCE TO MY GET AWAY. ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS AN DOOR, AND NOW I'M GONNA BE AND THAT'S FOR SURE.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY TO ME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THAT'S THE WAY I WAS TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
RUN, RUN, RUN DOWN THE ROAD. WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MOUSE, IN THE COLD, IN THE FREEZING SNOW? ANYWHERE TO BE FROM THE CAGE, ANYWHERE THAT WILL TAKE ME TO LIFE, TO ADVENTURE. WHAT'S THAT IN FRONT OF YOU? A SHIP! "A SHIP! LOOK AT... LIT UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE! WHAT'S WRITING ON THE SIDE? THE EL... THE Q.E.2!" SCOUSE THE MOUSE LEAPT ONTO THE SHIP. SAILORS WERE IN THE GANG-PLANK. "NEXT STOP, NEW YORK!" "AMERICA! A DREAM!" SCOUSE SEEMED TO HEAR THE VOICE OF HIS NEW COCKNEY FRIEND, BONCE, SINGING TO HIM, IN ANIMO.