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Intro: D with some frills
Verse 1:
MIm SOL RE
Ohhhhh... The machine of a dream.
DO MIm SOL
Such a clean machine. When the pistons a pumpin',
RE DO MIm
And the hubcaps all gleam. When I'm holding your wheel,
SOL RE
All I hear is your gear, When my hand's on your grease gun,
DO
Oh, it's like a disease son.
Chrous:
MIm SOL RE DO
I'm in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.
MIm SOL RE DO
Geat a grip on my boy racer roller bar, Such a thril when your radials squeel.
Verse 2:
SI DO
Told my girl I'll have to forget her, Rather buy me a new carburetor,
SI DO
So she made tracks saying this is the end now, Cars don't talk back,
RE
they're just four wheeled friends now.
MIm SOL
When I'm holding you wheel, All I hear is your gear,
RE DO
When I'm crusing in overdrive, Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive.
Chrous:
MIm SOL RE DO
I'm in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.
MIm SOL RE DO
I'm in love with my car. String back gloves in my automolove.
D (Fade Out)
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