(Steve Harris/Paul Di´anno)

Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck.
I´ve got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I go.

*Chorus*:
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. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
They ain´t got a thing on me, I´m running wild, I´m running free.

*Chorus*

Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
All the boys are after me, and that´s the way it´s gonna be

*Chorus*