The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin
nd the hubcaps all gleam
When Im holding your wheel
ll I hear is your gear
With my hand on your grease gun
Oooh, its like a disease, son
Im in love with my car
Got a feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy-racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl Id have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburettor
So, she made tracks, saying
This is the end now
Cars dont talk back
Theyre just four-wheeled friends, now
When Im holding your wheel
ll I hear is your gear
When Im cruisin in overdrive
Dont have to listen
To no run-of-the-mill talk jive
Im in love with my car
In love with my car, in love with my car
Got a feel for my automobile
Im in love with my car
In love with my car, in love with my car
String back gloves in my automo-love