I’m in Love With My Car

  • Queen

The machine of a dreamSuch a clean machineWith the pistons a pumpin'And the hubcaps all gleam

When I'm holding your wheelAll I hear is your gearWith my hand on your grease gunOoh, it's like a disease, son

I'm in love with my carGot a feel for my automobileGet a grip on my boy-racer RollbarSuch a thrill when your radials squeal

Told my girl I'd have to forget herRather buy me a new carburetorSo, 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 wheelAll I hear is your gearWhen I'm cruisin' in overdriveDon't have to listenTo no run-of-the-mill talk jive

I'm in love with my car(In love with my car, in love with my car)Got a feel for my automobile

I'm in love with my car(In love with my car, in love with my car)String back gloves in my automo-love

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