The machine of a dream, such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumping
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 sun
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when you radials squeal

Told my girl I had to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburettor
So she makes 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 cruising 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 on my automolove!.