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The machines of a
dream, such a clean machine,
with the pistons a pumpin', 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. gotta feel for my automobile,
get a grip on my boy racer rollbar,
such a thrill when your radials squeal.
Told my girl I just had
to forget her,
rather boy me a new carburettor,
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 holding 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 !
