i bought a brand new airmobile

a little custom made, it was a flight deville

with a powerful 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 flattop he was movin' up with me

then come wavin' goodbye in a little old suped up gidni

i put my foot in my tank and i began to roll

mournin' siren it was the 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

'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 i ever seen

i'm gonna name you mabelline

flyin' on the beams set on flight control

radio tuned to rock 'n' roll

two, three hours done passed us by

altitude dropped to five-o-five

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