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 can 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 rollin' slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers 
Here come a flat-top, he was movin' up with me 
Then come wavin' by me in a little' old souped-up jitney 
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll 
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol 
So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn 
Bye bye New Jersey, I've 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 
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 passed us by 
Five to two dropped to 5:05 
Fuel consumption way too fast 
Let's get on home before we run out of gas 

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