Queen

Ohhhhh... The machine of a dream.
Such a clean machine. When the pistons a pumpin',
And the hubcaps 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.
Chrous:
I'm in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.
Geat a grip on my boy racer roller bar, Such a thril when your radials squeel.
Verse 2:
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.
When I'm holding you wheel, All I hear is your gear,
When I'm crusing in overdrive, Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive.
Chrous:
I'm in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.
I'm in love with my car. String back gloves in my automolove.
D (Fade Out)
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I've written this out to be played as an acoustic version, so to make it
sound like the CD version just use power chords instead. I just heard this
song today for the first time and was totally blown away by it so I just
thought I'd make another lil' etching into the Queen archive. Have fun!
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