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
