Oh
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin, and the hubcaps all gleam
When Im holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
With my hand on your grease gun
Mmm, its like a disease, son
Im in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl Ill have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks saying this is the end, now
Cars dont talk back theyre just four wheeled friends now
When Im holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When Im cruisin in overdrive
Dont have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive
Im in love with my car (love with my car), gotta feel for my automobile
Im in love with my car (love with my car), string back gloves in my automolove