You Can't Catch Me

I bought a brand new airmobile It custom made, it 'twas a Flight DeVille Pow'ful 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 drizzlin' showers Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me Then come wavin' goodbye, in a little, old suped-up Jitney I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll Moanin' sirens, 'twas the 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, baby you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close, you know I'm gone like a cool breeze Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night Wasn't a grey cloud floatin' in sight Big full moon shinin' up above Cuddle up honey, be my love Sweetest little thing I ever seen I'm gonna name you Mabelline Flyin' on the beam set on flight control Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll Two, three hours a-passed us 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, baby you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close, you know I'm gone like a cool breeze