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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,
string back gloves in my automolove !
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 cruisin' in overdrive,
don't have to listen
to no run of the mill talk jive.
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