I bought a brand new airmobile It was custom made It was a Flight DeVille With an powerful 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 old flattop he was movin' up with me Then come wavin' goodbye In a little old souped up jitney I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll Moanin' sirens, t'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 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 a 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' on the beam set on flight control Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll Two, three hours a-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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
