By Brown
I DON'T KNOW HOW I'LL LAST, BUT I'VE GOTTA GET AND MOVIN' FAST. I GOTTA BREAK TO THE OTHER SIDE, I'VE GOT TO RUN, GOT TO FLY.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
NOW I'M IN A AND I CAN'T STAND STILL, IF I DON'T GO NOW, YOU KNOW, I WILL. I WANNA BE FOOT LOOSE AND TO ROAM, I WANNA CALL THE 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 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 BEEN FOR THE DAY WHEN I CAN GET THE TO MAKE MY GET AWAY. ALL I EVER WAS AN OPEN DOOR, AND NOW I'M BE AWAY AND THAT'S FOR SURE.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THAT'S THE WAY I WAS TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THAT'S THE WAY I WAS TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM LOOKS 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 THE SHIP. SAILORS WERE PULLING IN THE GANG-PLANK. "NEXT STOP, NEW YORK!" "AMERICA! A DREAM!" SEEMED TO HEAR THE VOICE OF HIS NEW COCKNEY MOUSE FRIEND, BONCE, SINGING TO HIM, IN ANIMO.