You Can't Catch Me

(albüm: The Rolling Stones, Now! - 1965)

I bought a brand new airmobile
It was custom made it was a Flight DeVille
With a powerful 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 drizzling showers
Up come a flattop he was moving up with me
Then come sailing goodbye in a little old souped-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

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

Flying with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't 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'm gonna name you Mabelline
Flying with all the things set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll

Two, three hours passing by
Altitude dropped to 505
Fuel 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