I'm In Love With My Car

The machine of a dream

Such a clean machine

With the pistons a-pumping

And the hubcaps 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

Got a feel for my automobile

Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar

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

Ooh, I'm in love with my car

I'm in love with my car

Got a feel for my automobile

Ooh, I'm in love with my car

I'm in love with my car

String back gloves in my automolove