You Can't Catch Me
John Lennon Lyrics


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I bought a brand new airmobile
'Twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal
With a powerful motor and a hide away wing
Push in on the button, you will hear her sing

Now you can't catch me
Baby, you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm going' like cool breeze

Hey! Hey!
Well, you walk!
You walk!

New Jersey turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was rolling slowly cause of drizzling showers
Here come a flat-top, he was moving up with me
Then come waving goodbye in a little old souped up jitney
I put my foot in the tank, I began to roll
Moaning siren, 'twas the state patrol
I let out my wings, then I blew my horn
Bye-bye, New Jersey, I become airborne

Now you can't catch me
Baby, you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm going' like cool breeze

Hey!
Well, you walk!
Yeah, walk!

I bought a brand new airmobile
'twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal
With a powerful motor and a hide away wing
Push in on the button, you will hear her sing

Now you can't catch me
Baby, you can't catch me
'cause if you get too close
You know I'm going' like cool breeze

Hey! Hey!
Well, you walk!
You walk!

Flying with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't a 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 going to name you Maybellene
Flying on the beam, set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock and roll
Two, three hours passed us by,
Altitude dropped into five-o-five
Fuel consumption, way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas

Now you can't catch me,
Baby, you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm going' like cool breeze

Get it on!
Yeah, walk!
Get it on, get it on, get it on, do it!




Get it on, get it on!
You know you can't catch me!

Overall Meaning

"You Can't Catch Me" is a rock and roll song by John Lennon. It was originally written and recorded by Chuck Berry in 1956. Lennon recorded a cover version of the song in 1975 as part of his Rock 'n' Roll album. The song tells the story of a guy who drives a brand new airmobile, which is a car that also turns into an airplane, and he can't be caught by anyone while he's driving it.


The song is all about freedom and the excitement of the open road. The singer is driving on the New Jersey turnpike in the wee wee hours when he's spotted by the state patrol. He hits a button on his car that turns it into a plane, and he takes off into the sky. The song is a celebration of the spirit of adventure and the thrill of escaping the mundane.


The lyrics of the song are full of puns and double entendres. The line "Push in on the button, you will hear her sing" could be taken literally as the car sings when you push the button. However, it could also be interpreted as a sexual innuendo. Similarly, the line "I'm going to name you Maybellene" could be a reference to the Chuck Berry song of the same name, but it could also be interpreted as the singer giving his car a pet name.


Line by Line Meaning

I bought a brand new airmobile
I have just purchased a new flying car


'Twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal
It was a bespoke design and an excellent bargain


With a powerful motor and a hideaway wing
It has a strong engine and retractable wings


Push in on the button, you will hear her sing
By pressing a button, an engine noise is heard


Now you can't catch me
No one can stop me


Baby, you can't catch me
My love interest cannot keep up with me


Cause if you get too close
If you try to follow me too closely


You know I'm going' like cool breeze
I will escape smoothly and swiftly


Hey! Hey! Well, you walk! You walk!
An exclamation of superiority, as the listener's mode of transportation is slower than mine


New Jersey turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was driving on a highway in New Jersey in the early morning


I was rolling slowly cause of drizzling showers
I was driving cautiously because it was raining slightly


Here come a flat-top, he was moving up with me
A police car started to drive alongside me on the road


Then come waving goodbye in a little old souped-up jitney
The police car drove away, leaving me behind


I put my foot in the tank, I began to roll
I accelerated my vehicle


Moaning siren, 'twas the state patrol
The police car was chasing me with its siren on


I let out my wings, then I blew my horn
I activated the wings and honked my horn


Bye-bye, New Jersey, I become airborne
I took off and left New Jersey behind


Flying with my baby last Saturday night
I was flying with my love interest last Saturday night


Wasn't a gray cloud floating in sight
The sky was clear, and there were no clouds


Big, full moon, shining up above
The moon was bright and full in the sky


Cuddle up, honey, be my love
I am asking my love interest to snuggle with me


Sweetest little thing that I ever seen
My love interest is the most beautiful person I have ever seen


I'm going to name you Maybellene
I am giving my love interest a nickname of Maybellene


Flying on the beam, set on flight control
I am controlling the airplane with a system of electronic beams


Radio tuned to rock and roll
I am listening to rock and roll music on the radio


Two, three hours passed us by
Two or three hours elapsed


Altitude dropped into five-o-five
The altitude reduced to 5,500 feet


Fuel consumption, way too fast
The airplane was using up fuel at an alarming rate


Let's get on home before we run out of gas
We should head home before we run out of fuel


Get it on! Yeah, walk! Get it on, get it on, get it on, do it! Get it on, get it on! You know you can't catch me!
An exclamation of confidence in my vehicle's speed




Lyrics © ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Chuck Berry

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