You Can't Catch Me
I bought a brand new airmobile
It was custom made
It was a Flight De
Ville
With an outboard 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 drizzlin' showers
Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me
Then come sailin' goodbye
In a little old souped up mini
I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol
So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn
Bye-bye New Jersey I 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 Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't no gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey be my love
Sweetest little thing that I ever seen
I'm gonna name you Maybelline
Flyin' with all the things set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll
Two, three hours passin' by
Altitude dropped to 505Fuel 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
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze
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
It was custom made
It was a Flight De
Ville
With an outboard 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 drizzlin' showers
Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me
Then come sailin' goodbye
In a little old souped up mini
I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol
So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn
Bye-bye New Jersey I 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 Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't no gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey be my love
Sweetest little thing that I ever seen
I'm gonna name you Maybelline
Flyin' with all the things set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll
Two, three hours passin' by
Altitude dropped to 505Fuel 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
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze
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
Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Berry
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