| In the middle of the daytime, in the middle of the night
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| Comes a new kind of engine from way out of sight.
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| She’s good looking, and her lines are mighty clean
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| The name of that engine is the Love Machine.
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| Put some fuel in her tender and turn up the steam,
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| You can hear, you can hear that whistle scream.
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| You can see her coming on down the track,
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| She’ll send little shivers up and down your back.
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| I know you’ve heard of old ninety-nine
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| Perhaps the red caboose
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| But they will all be left behind
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| When the Love Machine gets loose.
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| In the middle of the daytime, in the middle of the night
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| Comes a new kind of engine from way out of sight.
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| Now she’s good-looking and her lines are mighty clean,
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| And the name of that engine is the Love Machine
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| And the name of that engine is the Love Machine.
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| I know you’ve heard of old ninety-nine
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| Perhaps the red caboose
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| But they will all be left behind
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| When the Love Machine gets loose
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| When the Love Machine gets loose.
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| Now people I’m talking about love
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| And I’m talking about a machine yeah, huh!
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| It’s a clean machine and a fine machine
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| When that Love Machine gets loose
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| When that Love Machine gets loose
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| I’m gonna get loose too, yeah. |