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