Song Duration 2:02
Written by Roger Taylor.
Sung by Roger Taylor.
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Lyrics
Aaaaaaaaaaahhh 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
And your hand on my grease gun
Mmm it's like a disease son I'm in love with my car (oh yeah) 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 carburettor So she made tracks sayin' this is the end now Cars don't talk back they're just four wheeled friends now Return to album list
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