By Brown
I KNOW HOW LONG I'LL LAST, BUT I'VE GOTTA GET 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 AND FREE TO ROAM, I WANNA CALL THE WHOLE WORLD MY HOME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
LIVING IN A CAGE NEVER WAS MY STYLE. NOW GOT THE CHANCE, I'M A-RUNNIN' EVERY MILE.
(Meow - meow - - meow - meow) (Meow - meow - - meow)
I'VE GOT A PLAN, I'VE WAITING FOR THE DAY I CAN GET THE CHANCE TO MAKE MY GET AWAY. ALL I NEEDED WAS AN OPEN DOOR, AND NOW I'M GONNA BE AND THAT'S FOR SURE.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THAT'S THE WAY I WAS TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY TO ME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THAT'S THE WAY I WAS TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM 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 AWAY FROM THE CAGE, 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. WERE PULLING IN THE GANG-PLANK. "NEXT STOP, NEW YORK!" "AMERICA! A DREAM!" SCOUSE SEEMED TO THE VOICE OF HIS NEW COCKNEY MOUSE FRIEND, BONCE, SINGING TO HIM, IN ANIMO.