RUNNING FREE (Harris/Di'Anno) Just sixteen, a pick-up truck Out of money, out of luck. I've got noplace to call my own. Hit the gas and here I go. I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free Spent the night in an L.A. jail And listened to the sirens wail They ain't got a thing on me I'm running wild, I'm running free, yeah! I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free Get out my way! I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free Pulled her at the Bottle Top Whiskey, dancing, disco hop Now all the boys are after me And that's the way it's gonna be. I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free I'm running free, yeah!, I'm running free