NOW I'VE GOT THE CHANCE, I'M A-RUNNIN' EVERY MILE.
(Meow - meow - meow - meow - meow)
(Meow - meow - meow - meow)
I'VE GOT A PLAN, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE DAY
WHEN I CAN GET THE CHANCE TO MAKE MY GET AWAY.
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS AN OPEN DOOR,
AND NOW I'M GONNA BE AWAY AND THAT'S FOR SURE.
FREE, FREE, RUNNING FREE,
THAT'S THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE.
FREE, FREE, RUNNING FREE,
FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
FREE, FREE, RUNNING FREE,
THAT'S THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE.
FREE, FREE, RUNNING FREE,
FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
FREE, FREE, RUNNING FREE,
THAT'S THE WAY I WAS MEANT TO BE.
FREE, FREE, RUNNING FREE,
FREEDOM LOOKS PRETTY GOOD TO ME.
DIALOG:
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, 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 SIDE?
THE QUEEN EL... THE Q.E.2!"
SCOUSE THE MOUSE LEAPT ONTO THE SHIP. SAILORS WERE PULLING IN THE GANG-PLANK.
"NEXT STOP, NEW YORK!"
"AMERICA! A MOUSE'S DREAM!"
SCOUSE SEEMED TO HEAR THE VOICE OF HIS NEW COCKNEY MOUSE FRIEND, BONCE, SINGING TO HIM, IN ANIMO.