The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine With the pistons a pumpin' And the hubcaps all gleamWhen I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear With my hand on your grease gun Ooh, it's like a disease, sonI'm in love with my car
Got a feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy-racer Rollbar Such a thrill when your radials squealTold my girl I'd 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 cruisin' in overdrive Don't have to listen To no run-of-the-mill talk jiveI'm in love with my car
(In love with my car, in love with my car) Got a feel for my automobileI'm in love with my car
(In love with my car, in love with my car) String back gloves in my automo-love