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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 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 rolling slowly because 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 on 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 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 floating in sight Big full moon shining up above Cuddle up honey, be my love Sweetest little thing I've ever seen I'm going to name you Maybellene Letras de cancionesFlying on the beam, set on flight control Radio tuned to rock and roll Two, three hours done passed us by Altitude 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 From Letras Mania