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