| The machine of a dream
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| Such a clean machine
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| With the pistons a-pumping
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| And the hub caps all gleam
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| When I'm holding your wheel
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| All I hear is your gear
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| When my hand's on your grease gun
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| Oh it's like a disease son
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| I'm in love with my car
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| Gotta feel for my automobile
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| Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
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| Such a thrill when your radials squeal
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| Told my girl I'll have to forget her
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| Rather buy me a new carburetor
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| So she made tracks saying
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| This is the end now
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| Cars don't talk back
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| They're just four wheeled friends now
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| When I'm holding your wheel
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| All I hear is your gear
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| When I'm cruising in overdrive
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| Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive
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| I'm in love with my car
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| Gotta feel for my automobile
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| I'm in love with my car
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| String back gloves in my automolove |