Текст песни Queen - I`m In Love With My Car
Queen - I`m In Love With My Car слова песни
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
When I`m holding your wheel, all I hear is your gear
When I`m cruising in overdrive
Don`t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive
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