You Can't Catch Me

(album: Born To Be Bad - 1988)

Bought a brand new M-O-bile
It was custom-made, was ole flight Deville
With a powerful motor
And some hideaway wings
Pushing down on the button
And you can hear her sing

Now you can't catch me
Baby, you can't catch me
'Cause if you get too close
I'm gone like a cool breeze

New Jersey turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was rolling slowly
'Cause ole drizzling showers
Here come ole flat top
He was moving up with me
Then go waving goodbye
To little ole souped-up Jimmy
I put my foot in my tank
And I began to roll
Moan and sigh, it was the state patrol
So, I head out my winkers
Then I blew my horn
Bye-Bye New Jersy
I've become airborn

Now you can't catch me
Baby, you can't catch me
'Cause if you get too close
I'm gone like a cool breeze

Riding with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't a dark cloud floating in sight
Faithful moon shining up above
Cuddle up, honey, and be my love
Sweet little thing that I've ever seen
I'm gonna name you Maybelline
Set out on the beat
Set out on flight control
Radio tuned to old Rock 'n' Roll
Two, three hours passing by
Altitude up to 505
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
I'm gone like a cool breeze