By Roger
I DON'T KNOW HOW I'LL LAST, BUT I'VE GET MOVIN' AND MOVIN' FAST. I GOTTA BREAK THROUGH TO THE SIDE, GOT TO RUN, I'VE 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 CAN'T STILL, IF I DON'T GO NOW, YOU KNOW, I WILL. I BE FOOT LOOSE AND FREE TO ROAM, I CALL THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD MY HOME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY TO ME.
IN A CAGE NEVER REALLY WAS MY STYLE. NOW I'VE GOT THE CHANCE, I'M EVERY MILE.
(Meow - - meow - meow - meow) (Meow - - meow - meow)
GOT A PLAN, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE DAY WHEN I CAN GET THE CHANCE TO MY GET AWAY. ALL I EVER WAS AN OPEN DOOR, AND NOW I'M GONNA BE AWAY AND FOR SURE.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THAT'S THE WAY I WAS 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 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 THAT WRITING ON THE 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!" SCOUSE SEEMED TO HEAR THE VOICE OF HIS NEW COCKNEY FRIEND, BONCE, SINGING TO HIM, IN ANIMO.