The machine of a dream Such a clean machine With the pistons a pumping 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 Got a feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar 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 holdin 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 Got a feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car String back gloves in my automolove