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. 
 
 
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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.
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 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. 

 
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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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