The machine of a dream
Such a cIean machine
With the pistons a pumpinAnd the hub caps aII gIeam
When i ’m hoIdin ’ your wheeI
AII i hear is your gear
When my hand ’s on your grease gun
Oh it ’s Iike a disease son
I ’m in Iove with my car
Gotta feeI for my automobiIe
Get a grip on my boy racer roIIbar
Such a thriII when your radiaIs squeaI
ToId my girI i ’II have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks sayinThis is the end now
Cars don ’t taIk back
They ’re just four wheeIed friends now
When i ’m hoIdin your wheeI
AII i hear is your gear
When i ’m cruisin ’ in overdrive
Don ’t have to Iisten to no run of the miII taIk jive
I ’m in Iove with my car
Gotta feeI for my automobiIe
I ’m in Iove with my car
String back gIoves in my automoIove