(graham russell)      All my life I've been a manual man   I like the floor all the power in my hand   Driving up and down the road all day   Overtaking anything in the way   Alongside us came a man in a grin   Winding down the window clever again   You know manual is far too old   To keep pace then he left us cold      It's automatic, it's automatic   It's automatic, it goes by itself         Quick thinking and a mutual aim   So on finding out the name of the game   A different unit was ordered that day   Who wants to go thru' the gears anyway   The same color the same design   The same car with a different mind   Knowing now we wouldn't take second place   Both saying with a smile on our face.