Lyrics:

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
Here come a flattop, he was moving up with me
Then come sailing goodbye in a little old souped-up mini
I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
Moaning 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


Flying with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't no gray cloud floating in sight
Big, full moon shining up above
Cuddle up, honey, be my love
Sweetest little thing that I ever seen
I'm going to name you Maybelline
Flying in on the beam set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock and roll
Two, three hours passing by
Altitude dropped to five-oh-five
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let us 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