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 it's 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 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
When Im holdin your wheel All I hear is your gear When Im cruisin in overdrive Don't 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