By Roger
I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG 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, FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY TO ME.
NOW I'M IN A HURRY AND I CAN'T STILL, IF I DON'T GO NOW, YOU KNOW, I WILL. I WANNA BE FOOT LOOSE AND TO ROAM, I WANNA CALL THE WHOLE WIDE MY HOME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
LIVING IN A NEVER REALLY 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 GONNA BE AND THAT'S FOR SURE.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM PRETTY GOOD 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, 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 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 LEAPT ONTO 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.