All my life I´ve been a manual man I like the floor all the power in my hand Driving up and down the road all day
Overtaking anything in the way Alongside us came a man in a grin Winding down the window clever again You know manual is far too old To keep pace then he left us cold
It´s automatic, it´s automatic It´s automatic, it goes by itself
Quick thinking and a mutual aim So on finding out the name of the game A different unit was ordered that day Who wants to go thru´ the gears anyway The same color the same design The same car with a different mind Knowing now we wouldn´t take second place Both saying with a smile on our face.