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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 girI, just 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 cruising in overdrive
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive

I'min love with my car. gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove!

R. Taylor (Queen)
©1975