By Brown
I DON'T KNOW HOW I'LL LAST, BUT I'VE GOTTA GET MOVIN' AND FAST. I GOTTA BREAK THROUGH TO THE SIDE, I'VE GOT TO RUN, GOT TO FLY.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THAT'S THE WAY I WAS TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM 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 WANNA BE FOOT AND FREE TO ROAM, I WANNA CALL THE WHOLE WIDE MY HOME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE, FREE, FREE, FREEDOM LOOKS GOOD TO ME.
LIVING IN A CAGE NEVER WAS MY STYLE. NOW I'VE GOT THE CHANCE, I'M EVERY MILE.
(Meow - meow - - meow - meow) (Meow - - meow - meow)
I'VE GOT A PLAN, I'VE WAITING FOR THE DAY WHEN I CAN GET THE TO MAKE MY GET AWAY. ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS AN 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, LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
FREE, FREE, FREE, THE WAY I WAS MEANT 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 SNOW? ANYWHERE TO BE AWAY 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 THAT WRITING ON THE THE EL... THE Q.E.2!" SCOUSE THE MOUSE LEAPT ONTO THE SHIP. SAILORS 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.