Oooh 
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 
With my hand on your grease gun 
Mmm 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 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 saying this is the end now 
Cars don't talk back they're just four wheeled friends now 

When I'm holding your wheel 
All I hear is your gear 
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive 
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive 

I'm in love with my car (love with my car), gotta feel for my automobile 
I'm in love with my car (love with my car), string back gloves in my automolove