text: Yeah!
  The machine of a dream
  Such a clean machine
  With the pistons a pumping
  And the hubcaps all gleam
  When Im holding your wheel
  All I hear is your gear
  With my hands on that grease gun
  Oh its like a disease, son
  Im in love with my car 
  Got to feel for my automobile
  Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
  Such a thrill when your radials squeal
  Told my girl Ill have to forget her
  Rather buy me a new carburetor
  So she made tracks saying this is the end now
  Cars dont talk back, theyre just four-wheeled friends, now