I bought a brand-new air-mobile It custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville With a pow'ful motor and some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you will get a scene [bad word]  Now you can't catch me, 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 rollin' slow because of drizzlin' showers [bad word] a flat-top, he was movin' up with me [bad word] wavin' goodbye a little' old souped-up jitney I put my foot in my tank and I began to roll Moanin' siren, 'twas a state patrol So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn Bye bye New Jersey, I'd [bad word] and gone [bad word]  Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight Big full moon shinin' up above Cuddle up honey, be my love Sweetest little thing I've ever seen I'm gonna name you Maybellene Flyin' on the beam, set on flight control Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll Two, three hours have passed us by I'll be 2 dropped to 5:05 Fuel consumption way too fast Let's get on home before [bad word] out of gas