Queen - I'm 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 With my hand on your grease gun 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 have to forget her Rather buy me a new carburettor So she made tracks sayin' 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 Gotta feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car String-back gloves in my automolove!