G D The machine of a dream. C Such a clean machine. Em G With the pistons a pumpin', D C And the hubcaps all gleam Em When I'm holding your wheel, G All I hear is your gear, D And my hand on your grease gun, C Oh, it's like a disease son. Chorus: Em G I'm in love with my car. D C Gotta feel for my automobile. Em G Get a grip on my boy racer rollerbar, D C Such a thrill when your radials squeal. B Told my girl I just had to forget her, C Rather, buy me a new carburettor, B So she made tracks saying this is the end now, C Cars don't talk back, they're just four wheeled friends now. Em When I'm holding your wheel, G All I hear is your gear, D When I'm cruising in overdrive, C Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive. Chorus: I'm in love with my car. (Love with my car) Gotta feel for my automobile. I'm in love with my car. (Love with my car) String-back gloves in my automolove. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Em G B |