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Intro:Dwith some frills Verse 1:EmGDOhhhhh... The machine of a dream.CEmGSuch a clean machine. When the pistons a pumpin',DCEmAnd the hubcaps all gleam. When I'm holding your wheel,GDAll I hear is your gear, When my hand's on your grease gun,COh, it's like a disease son. Chorus:EmGDCI'm in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.EmGDCGeat a grip on my boy racer roller bar, Such a thril when your radials squeel. Verse 2:BCTold my girl I'll have to forget her, Rather buy me a new carburetor,BCSo she made tracks saying this is the end now, Cars don't talk back,Dthey're just four wheeled friends now.EmGWhen I'm holding you wheel, All I hear is your gear,DCWhen I'm cruising in overdrive, Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive. Chorus:EmGDCI'm in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.EmGDCI'm in love with my car. String back gloves in my automolove.D(Fade Out)