Verse 1:
Emi Ohhhhh... G The machine of a Ddream.
C Such a clean machine. Emi When the pistons a pGumpin',
D And the hubcaps all gCleam. Emi When I'm holding your wheel,
G All I hear is your gear, D When my hand's on your grease gun,
C Oh, it's like a disease son.
Chrous:
Emi I'm in love with my cGar. D Gotta feel for my Cautomobile.
Emi Geat a grip on my bGoy racer roller bar, D Such a thril when your Cradials squeel.
Verse 2:
B Told my girl I'll have to forget her, C Rather buy me a new carburetor,
B So she made tracks saying this is the end now, C Cars don't talk back,
they're just four wheeled friends now.
Emi When I'm holding you wheel, G All I hear is your gear,
D When I'm crusing in overdrive,C Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive.
Chrous:
Emi I'm in love with my cGar. D Gotta feel for my Cautomobile.
Emi I'm in love with my cGar. D String back gloves in my Cautomolove.
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