Queen Im In Love With My Car
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
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