The machine of a dream, such a clean machine With the pistons a pumping, and the hub caps all gleam When I'm holding your wheel, all I hear is your gear When my hand's 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 radials squeal
Told my girl I'll have to forget her, rather buy me a new carburetor So she made tracks saying, 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 cruising 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 automolove
