You Can't Catch Me

I bought a brand-new air-mobile

It's a custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville

With a powerful motor and some hideaway wings

Push in on the button and you will hear her sing

Now you can't catch me

Baby you can't catch me

'Cause if you get too close

You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

New Jersey Turnpike in the wee, wee hours

I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzling showers

Here come a flat-top, he was moving up with me

Then come waving goodbye in a little old souped-up jitney

I put my foot in the tank and I began to roll

Moaning siren, 'twas a state patrol

So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn

Bye-bye New Jersey, I've become airborne

Now you can't catch me

No baby, you can't catch me

'Cause if you get too close

You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

Flying with my baby last Saturday night

Wasn't a gray cloud floating in sight

Big full moon shining up above

Cuddle up honey, be my love

Sweetest little thing I have ever seen

I'm going to name you Maybellene

Flying on the beam, set on flight control

Radio tuned to Rock and Roll

Two, three hours done passed us by

Altitude dropped to five oh five

Fuel consumption way too fast

Let's get on home before we run out of gas

Now you can't catch me

No baby, you can't catch me

'Cause if you get too close

You know I'm gone like a cool breeze