The machine of a dream, such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumping, and the hub caps 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, gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar, 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, gotta feel for my automobile
I’m in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove