[Verse 1]
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 to feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl I just had 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
[Outro]
I'm in love with my car
Got to feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
String back gloves in my automolove