I'm In Love With My Car

[Verse 1] The machine of a dream, such a clean machine With the pistons a pumping, and the hubcaps 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, got to feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar Such a thrill when your radials squeal Told my girl I just had 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 [Outro] I'm in love with my car, got to feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove