im in love with my car
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'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 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
I'm in love with my car (Ooh, I'm in love with my car)
Got to feel for my automobile (Ooh)
I'm in love with my car (Ooh, I'm in love with my car)
String back gloves in my automolove (Ooh)