I'm in love with my car

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,
when my hand's 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 had to forget her,
rather buy me a new carburettor.
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 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, gotta feel for my automobile.
I'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove.