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!