[ Featuring the Howlers ]
I bought a brand-new air-mobile
Custom-made, it was a Flight De Ville
With a 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 drizzling showers
Here came a flat-top, he was moving up with me
Sayin goodbye in a little old souped-up jitney
I put my foot in my tank and I began to roll
Moaning siren, it was a 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, no baby you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze
Out 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 that I've ever seen
I'm gonna name you Maybellene
Flying on the beam, set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock and roll
Two, three hours passed us 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
I'm gone like a cool breeze
