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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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