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. When I'm holdin your wheel. All I hear is your gear. When I'm cruisin' 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