You Can't Catch Me - The Blues Project

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 will get a scene

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’slow because of drizzlin’showers

Here come a flat-top, he was movin’up with me Then come wavin’goodbye a little’old souped-up jitney

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

Moanin’siren, 'twas a state patrol

So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn

Bye bye New Jersey, I’d be come and gone

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 have passed us by

I’ll be 2 dropped to 5:05

Fuel consumption way too fast

Let’s get on home before we run out of gas