I’m In Love With My Car - Queen

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 girl I just had to forget her

Rather buy me a new cartburettor

So she made tracks sayin' ths 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 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!