The machine of a dream Such a clean machine With the pistons a pumpin' Аnd the hubcaps all gleam When I'm holding your wheel Аll I hear is your gear With my hand on your grease gun Oooh, 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 rollbar Such a thrill when your radials squeal Told my girl I'd have to forget her Rather buy me a new carburettor 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 Аll 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 (In love with my car, in love with my car) Got a feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car (In love with my car, in love with my car) String back gloves in my automo-love