G I bought a brand-new air-mobile It was custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville With a powerful motor and some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you will hear her sing Chorus: C G Now, you can't catch me, baby, you can't catch me. D Cause if you get too close, you know I'm gone G like a cool breeze. New Jersey Turnpike in the wee, wee hours I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzling showers Here come a flat-top, he was moving up with me Then come waving goodbye in a little old souped-up jitney I put my foot in my tank and I began to roll Moaning siren, 'twas a state patrol So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn Bye-bye New Jersey, I've become airborne Chorus: 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 Flying with my baby last Saturday night Wasn't a gray cloud floatin' in sight Big full moon shining up above Cuddle up honey, be my love Sweetest little thing I ever seen I'm going to name you Maybellene Flying on the beam, set on flight control Radio tuned to rock and roll Two, three hours done passed us by Altitude dropped to five-oh-five Fuel consumption way too fast Let's get on home before we run out of gas Chorus: 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D G |