Woo the machine of a dream Such a clean machine With the pistons a pumping And the hub caps all gleam When I'm holding your wheel All I hear is your gear When my hand's on your grease gun Oh 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 carburetor So she made tracks saying This is the end now Cars don't talk back They're just four wheeled friends now