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

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'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 cruising 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