I'm In Love with My Car (Live)

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, son

I'm in love with my car

Got to feel for my automobile

Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar

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 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 (Ooh, I'm in love with my car)

Got to feel for my automobile (Ooh)

I'm in love with my car (Ooh, I'm in love with my car)

String back gloves in my automolove (Ooh)