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