The machine of a dream Such a clean machine With the pistons a pumpin' And the hub caps all gleam
When I'm holdin' 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 sayin' This is the end now Cars don't talk back They're just four wheeled friends now...