歌詞
Wooh
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
String back gloves in my automolove
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl
I have 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 cruisin' in overdrive
Don't have to listen
To no run of the mill talk jive
