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, mm 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, with my car)
Gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car (love with my car, with my car)
String back gloves in my automolove

Cantecul, intr-un stil rock bine ritmat, cu multa baterie, chitara si cu un efect placut dat de cor la refren, are niste versuri deosebit de nostime, prezentand trairile unui om care- o spune si titlul- s-a indragostit de masina lui. Manifestarile de tandrete si afectiune sunt de-a dreptul de un comic de nestavilit: omul isi imbratiseaza masina ("I'm holding your wheel"), ascultandu-i sunetele si atingand-o extaziat ("all I hear is your gear", "and my hand on your grease gun"). Iubirea pentru masina este absoluta si exclusiva ("told my girl I'll have to forget her") si are si avantajele ei ("cars don't talk back"), pentru ca masinile sunt, nu-i asa, "four wheeled friends!".

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Urmatoarea melodie: You're My Best Friend