The machine of a dream

Such a clean machine


With the pistons a pumpin


And the hub caps all gleam




When Im holdin your wheel


All I hear is your gear

When my hands on your grease gun


Oh its like a disease son




Im 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 Ill have to forget her

Rather buy me a new carburetor


So she made tracks sayin


This is the end now

Cars dont talk back


Theyre just four wheeled friends now




When Im holdin your wheel


All I hear is your gear


When Im cruisin in overdrive

Dont have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive





Im in love with my car

Gotta feel for my automobile


Im in love with my car


String back gloves in my automolove