I'm In Love With My Car
Queen
Intro: with some frills Verse 1: Ohhhhh... The machine of a dream. Such a clean machine. When 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. Chrous: I’m in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile. Geat a grip on my boy racer roller bar Such a thril when your radials squeel. Verse 2: Told my girl I’ll have to forget her Rather buy me a new carburetor So she made tracks saying this is the end now Cars don’t talk back they’re just four wheeled friends now. When I’m holding you wheel All I hear is your gear When I’m crusing in overdrive Don’t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive. Chrous: 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. (Fade Out)