Oooh
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
Mmm, 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 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 (love with my car), gotta feel for my automobile
I´m in love with my car (love with my car), string back gloves in my automolove