Words and music by Roger Taylor 

The machine of a dream

Such a clean machine

With the pistons a pumpin'

And the hub caps all gleam

When I'm holdin' 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'll have to forget her

Rather buy me a new carburetor

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 holdin 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

Voltar