[Steve Harris and 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.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running
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
Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
Now all the boys are after me, and
that's the way it's gonna be