You Can't Catch Me

I bought a brand new airmobile

It was custom made, it was a Flight DeVille

With an outboard motor and some hideaway wings

Push in on the button and you can hear her sing

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

New Jersey Turnpike in the wee, wee hours

I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzling showers

Up come a flat top, he was moving up with me

Then come sailing goodbye in a little old souped up Mini

I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll

Moaning sirens, 'twas the state patrol

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

Bye-bye New Jersey, I 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 no gray cloud floating in sight

Big full moon shining up above

Cuddle up, honey, be my love

Sweetest little thing that I ever seen

I'm gonna name you Maybellene

Flying with all the things set on flight control

Radio tuned to rock and roll

Two, three hours passing by

Altitude dropped to 505

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