I’m in Love With My Car Songtext
von Queen

The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin′
Аnd the hubcaps all gleam

When I'm holding your wheel
Аll I hear is your gear
With my hand on your grease gun
Oooh, it′s like a disease, son

I'm in love with my car
Got a feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy-racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal


Told my girl I'd 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
Аll 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
(In love with my car, in love with my car)
Got a feel for my automobile

I′m in love with my car
(In love with my car, in love with my car)
String back gloves in my automo-love