[Intro: Freddie Mercury]
Yeah!
[Verse 1: Roger Taylor]
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumping
And the hubcaps all gleam
[Pre-Chorus 1]
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
With my hand's on that grease gun
Oh it's like a disease, son
[Chorus 1]
I'm in love with my car (Oh, oh yes)
Got to feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
[Verse 2]
Told my girl I'll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks saying this is the end now
Cars don't talk back, they're just four-wheeled friends, now
Yeah!
[Verse 1: Roger Taylor]
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumping
And the hubcaps all gleam
[Pre-Chorus 1]
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
With my hand's on that grease gun
Oh it's like a disease, son
[Chorus 1]
I'm in love with my car (Oh, oh yes)
Got to feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
[Verse 2]
Told my girl I'll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks saying this is the end now
Cars don't talk back, they're just four-wheeled friends, now
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