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 hands 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
Words and music by roger taylor 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 hands 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 Explain Request ×
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