| I bought a brand-new air-mobile
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| It custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville
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| With a pow’ful motor and some hideaway wings
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| Push in on the button and you will get a scene
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| Now you can’t catch me, baby you can’t catch me
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| 'Cause if you get too close, 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 rollin’slow because of drizzlin’showers
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| Here come a flat-top, he was movin’up with me Then come wavin’goodbye a little’old souped-up jitney
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| I put my foot in my tank and I began to roll
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| Moanin’siren, 'twas a 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’d be come and gone
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| Flyin’with my baby last Saturday night
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| Not 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 I’ve ever seen
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| I’m gonna name you Maybellene
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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 have passed us by
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| I’ll be 2 dropped to 5:05
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| Fuel consumption way too fast
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| Let’s get on home before we run out of gas |