The Rolling Stones — You Can't Catch Me

[Verse 1] I bought a brand new air mobile It was custom made It was a Flight Deville With an outboard motor And some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you can hear her sing [Chorus] Now you cannot catch me No, baby, you cannot catch me Cause if you get too close You know I am gone like a cool breeze [Verse 2] New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours I was rolling slowly cause of drizzling' showers Up come a flattop he was moving up with me Then come sailing goodbye In a little old supped up mini I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll Moaning sirens, was the state patrol So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne [Chorus] [Verse 3] Flying with my baby last Saturday night Was no gray cloud floating in sight Big full moon shining up above Cuddle up honey be my love Sweetest little thing that I ever seen I am going to name you Maybelline Flying with all the things set on flight control Radio tuned to rock and roll Two, three hours passing by Altitude dropped to 505 Fuel consumption way too fast Let us get on home before we run out of gas [Chorus]