Lyrics: Mitsuo Takeuchi
Music: Taiji Sawada
Arranger: D.T.R
Hey, Mr.Cowboy
Can't you see what you're doin'
Workin' like a hog got you seesawin' and reelin'
Sellin' your soul to the devil for a scrap of paper
Can't plan your life 'cause you'll soon turn into vapor
Freeway is our kind of utopia
Fill up, fill up your horse with gas
Gotta liberate yourselves
Feel the sky now, the sky is for all to see, so free
Hey, little sister
Let's go for a ride
Break your walls and throw away
All your useless pride
You think you know the worldly ways, let me show you my way
You can't dance in the covenant now
Won't you come out and play
Freeway is our kind of utopia
Fill up, fill up your horse with gas
Gotta liberate yourself
Feel the sky now, the sky is for all to see, so free
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na, na-na-na
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na, na-na-na
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
Hey, Mr.Wallstreet, stop countin' all your dough
Gotta stop fillin' yourself up
Let the air guide your flow
If you talk to the wind now, she'll send you back her smile
Spread your wings and let it out, gotta sing once in a while
Freeway is our kind of place
Little sister
Little sister
Gotta liberate yourself
Play with me now
Come play with me now
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na, na-na-na
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na, na-na-na
Sha-na, na-na-na, sha-na-na-na-na
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
Be Free
My sister, darlin', let's go for a ride
Satisfaction guaranteed, I've got my own style
My freeway is your kind of place and you're my kind of girl
My freeway's yours