Intro: D with some frills
Verse 1:Em G DOhhhhh... The machine of a dream.C Em GSuch a clean machine. When the pistons a pumpin",D C EmAnd the hubcaps all gleam. When I"m holding your wheel,G DAll I hear is your gear, When my hand"s on your grease gun,COh, it"s like a disease son.
Chrous:Em G D CI"m in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.Em G D CGeat a grip on my boy racer roller bar, Such a thril when your radials squeel.
Verse 2:B CTold my girl I"ll have to forget her, Rather buy me a new carburetor,B CSo she made tracks saying this is the end now, Cars don"t talk back,Dthey"re just four wheeled friends now.Em GWhen I"m holding you wheel, All I hear is your gear,D CWhen I"m crusing in overdrive, Don"t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive.
Chrous:Em G D CI"m in love with my car. Gotta feel for my automobile.Em G D CI"m in love with my car. String back gloves in my automolove.D (Fade Out)