The machine of a dream

 

Such a clean machine

 

With the pistons a pumpin

 

And the hub caps all gleam

 

When I'm holdin 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 radials squeal

 

Told my girl I'll have to forget her

 

Rather buy me a new carburetor

 

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 holdin 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 automolove