歌词
Running through the hills, chasing fox and whippoorwills
Living wild and free
Not knowing what's in store, life is never a bore
When you're following the breeze
He's a wild and fuzzy Pupasaur
Traveling around, 4 feet on the ground
Making tracks, and moving down the line
Don't know where he's going, searching for a home
Feeling left of fine
He's a wild and fuzzy Pupasaur
Written by: Mike Bolly
