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 drizzling showers
Up come a flattop
He was moving up with me
Then come sailing goodbye
In a little old suped 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 gonna name you Mabelline
Flying with all the things
Set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock and roll
Two, three hours passing 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