One, two, three, one, two, three
Aaahhhh
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumping, and the hub-caps all gleam
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
Your hand on my grease gun
It's like a disease son
I'm in love with my car (love with my car)
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar (love with my car)
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl I'd have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburettor
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 cruising 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
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Roger Taylor
