Music: Taiji Sawada Lyrics: Mitsuo Takeuchi English Lyrics: Suzi Kim
Hey, Mr. Cowboy! Can't you see what you're doin' Workin' like a hog got cha seesawin' and reelin' Sellin' your soul to the devil for a scrap of paper Can't plan your life cuz you'll soon turn into vapor
* FREEWAY IS OUR KIND OF UTOPIA FILL UP, FILL YOUR HORSE UP WITH GAS GOTTA LIBERATE YOURSELF 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 convent now, won't you come out and play
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!
* Repeat
My sister, darlin'! Let's go for a ride Satisfaction guaranteed, I've got my style My freeway is your kind of place and you're my kind of girl My freeway's yours