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 will get a scene 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' 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'd be come and gone (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 have passed us by I'll be 2 dropped to 5:05 Fuel consumption way too fast Let's get on home before we run out of gas