Steve McQueen

Well I went to bed in Memphis

And I woke up in Hollywood

I got a quarter in my pocket

And Ill call you if I could

But I dont know why

I gotta fly

I wanna rock and roll this party

I still wanna have some fun

I wanna leave you feeling breathless

Show you how the west was won

But I gotta fly

I gotta fly

All I needs a fast machine

Im gonna make it all right

Underneath your radar screen

Youll never catch me tonight

I aint takin shit off no one

Baby that was yesterday

Im an all American rebel

Making my big getaway

Yeah you know its time

I gotta fly

We got rockstars in the Whitehouse

All our popstars look like porn

All my heroes hit the highway

They dont hang out here no more

You can call me on my cell phone

You can page me all night long

But you wont catch this freebird

Ill already be long gone

All we needs a fast machine

And were gonna make it all right