From: A Night At The Opera, 1975
Written by: Roger Taylor
Vocals - Roger Taylor
Rythm guitar - Roger Taylor
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Oooh
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
When the pistons are pumping
And the hubcabs all gleam
When I'm holding you 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 roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl, I had to forget her
Rather buy me a new Carburettor
So she made tracks saying this the end now
Cars don't talk back
They're just four-wheeled friends now
When I'm holding you wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm cruising 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 for my automolove
