You Can't Catch Me

I bought a brand-new air-mobile It custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville With a pow'ful motor and some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you can hear her sing CHORUS: 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 rollin' slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me Then come wavin' by me in a little' old souped-up jitney I put my foot on 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 (chorus) Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night Not 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 pa*sed us by Five to two dropped to 5:05 Fuel consumption way too fast Let's get on home before we run out of gas (chorus)