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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
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