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 will get a scene.

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' slow because of drizzlin' showers.
Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me,
Then come wavin' goodbye a little' old souped-up jitney.
I put my foot in my tank and I began to roll.
Moanin' siren, 'twas a 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,
Baby, you can't catch me.
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You know I'm gone like a cool breeze.

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 ever seen,
I'm gonna name you Maybellene.
Flyin' on the beam set on flight control,
Radio tuned to rock and roll.
Two, three hours done 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,
No baby, you can't catch me.
'Cause if you get too close,
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze.