The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumping
And the hubcaps 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
Got a feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
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 holdin 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
Got a feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
String back gloves in my automolove
