Artist : Queen
Album : A Night At The Opera
Title : I'm In Love With My Car
Wooh...
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.
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 have to forget her
rather buy me a new cartburettor.
So she made tracks
sayin' ths is the end now.
Cars don't talk back
they're just four wheeled friends now.
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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.
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 !
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