Intro: with some frills Verse 1:       Ohhhhh...            The machine of a dream.   Such a clean machine.     When the pistons a pumpin’   And the hubcaps all gleam.     When I’m holding your wheel   All I hear is your gear   When my hand’s on your grease gun   Oh it’s like a disease son. Chrous:   I’m in love with my car.    Gotta feel for my automobile.   Geat a grip on my boy racer roller bar   Such a thril when your radials squeel. Verse 2: 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 you wheel   All I hear is your gear   When I’m crusing in overdrive Don’t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive. Chrous:   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. (Fade Out)