Oh 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 With my hand on your grease gun Mmm, 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 roll bar 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 saying 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 cruisin' in overdrive Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive I'm in love with my car (love with my car), gotta feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car (love with my car), string back gloves in my automolove