I'm In Love With My Car

The machine 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
With my hand on your grease gun
Ooh, 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 Rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl I'd 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 cruisin' in overdrive
Don't have to listen
To no run-of-the-mill talk jive
I'm in love with my car
(In love with my car, in love with my car)
Got a feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
(In love with my car, in love with my car)
String back gloves in my automo-love