(Steve Harris and PauI Di’anno)
Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of Iuck.
I’ve got nowhere to caII my own, hit the gas, and here I go.
I’m running free yeah, I’m running free.
I’m running free yeah, Oh I’m running free.
Spent the night in an L. A. jaiI, and Iistened to the sirens waiI.
They ain’t got a thing on me, I’m running wiId, I’m running free.
PuIIer here at the BottIe Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
Now aII the boys are after me, and that’s the way it’s gonna be