The machine of a dream   Such a clean machine   With the pistons a pumpin'   And the hub caps all gleam      When i'm holdin' 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 sayin'   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 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