(c. berry)



I bought a brand new airmobile

It was custom made

It was a flight deville

With an outboard motor

And some hideaway wings

Push in on the button and you can hear her sing

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



New jersey turnpike in the wee wee hours

I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers

Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me

Then come sailin' goodbye

In a little old suped up mini

I put my foot in my tank and i begin to roll

Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol

So i get out my wings and then i blew my horn

Bye-bye new jersey i become airborne



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



Flyin' with my baby last saturday night

Wasn't no gray cloud floatin' in sight

Big full moon shinin' up above

Cuddle up honey be my love

Sweetest little thing that i ever seen

I'm gonna name you mabelline

Flyin' with all the things set on flight control

Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll

Two, three hours passin' 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


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