You Can't Catch Me - George Benson

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

Flying 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