The machine of a dream
such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin
and the hubcaps all gleam
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hands on your grease gun
Oh it's like a disease son
I'm in love with my car
gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip
on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill
when your radias squeal
Told my girl
I just had to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburettor
So she made tracks sayin
this is the end now
Cars don't talk back
they're just four wheeled
friends now
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive
Don't have to listen to no run
of the mill talk jive
I'm in love with my car
gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
string back gloves
in my automobile