| Song | You Can't Catch Me |
| Artist | The Rolling Stones |
| Album | The Rolling Stones No. 2 |
| Lyrics：Berry Music：Berry | |
| I bought a brand new airmobile | |
| It was custom made | |
| It was a Flight DeVille | |
| With an outboard 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 drizzlin' showers | |
| Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me | |
| Then come sailin' goodbye | |
| In a little old suped up mini | |
| I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll | |
| Moanin' 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 | |
| Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night | |
| Wasn't no gray cloud floatin' in sight | |
| Big full moon shinin' up above | |
| Cuddle up honey be my love | |
| Sweetest little thing that I ever seen | |
| I'm gonna name you Mabelline | |
| Findin' all the beams set on flight control ?? | |
| Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll | |
| Two, three hours passin' 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 |
| Lyrics: Berry Music: Berry | |
| I bought a brand new airmobile | |
| It was custom made | |
| It was a Flight DeVille | |
| With an outboard 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 drizzlin' showers | |
| Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me | |
| Then come sailin' goodbye | |
| In a little old suped up mini | |
| I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll | |
| Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol | |
| So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn | |
| Byebye 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 | |
| Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night | |
| Wasn' t no gray cloud floatin' in sight | |
| Big full moon shinin' up above | |
| Cuddle up honey be my love | |
| Sweetest little thing that I ever seen | |
| I' m gonna name you Mabelline | |
| Findin' all the beams set on flight control ?? | |
| Radio tuned to rock ' n' roll | |
| Two, three hours passin' 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 |