| I bought a brand new airmobile
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| It was custom made
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| It was a Flight DeVille
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| With an powerful motor
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| And some hideaway wings
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| Push in on the button and you can hear her sing
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| Now you can’t catch me No, baby, you can’t catch me
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| 'Cause if you get too close
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| You know I’m gone like a cool breeze
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| New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours
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| I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers
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| Here come old flattop he was movin' up with me Then come wavin' goodbye
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| In a little old souped up jitney
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| I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
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| Moanin' sirens, t’was the state patrol
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| So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn
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| Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne
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| Now you can’t catch me No, baby you can’t catch me
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| 'Cause if you get too close
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| You know I’m gone like a cool breeze
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| Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
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| Wasn’t a gray cloud floatin' in sight
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| Big full moon shinin' up above
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| Cuddle up honey be my love
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| Sweetest little thing that I ever seen
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| I’m gonna name you Mabelline
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| Flyin' on the beam set on flight control
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| Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll
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| Two, three hours a-passin' by Altitude dropped to 505
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| Fuel consumption way too fast
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| Let’s get on home before we run out of gas
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| Now you can’t catch me No baby, you can’t catch me
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| 'Cause if you get too close
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| You know I’m gone like a cool breeze |