I bought a brand-new air-mobile, it's custom-made,
'twas a Flight De Ville.
With a powerful motor and some hideaway wings.
Push in on the button and you can 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.
#2.
New Jersey Turnpike in the wee, wee hours, I was
rollin' slowly cause of drizzlin' showers.
Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me.
Then come wavin' goodbye in a little' old souped-up
jitney.
I put my foot in my tank and I began to roll
moanin' siren, '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.
#4.
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night, wasn't a gray
cloud floatin' in sight.
Big full moon shinin' up above, cuddle up, honey, be
my love.
Sweetest little thing I've ever seen, I'm gonna name
you Maybellene.
Flyin' on the beam, set on flight control, radio tuned
to rock 'n' roll.
Two, three hours passed us by, how did 2 two drop to 5:05?
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.