Lyrics:

(Dedicated to Johnathan Harris, boy racer to the end)
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine,
With the pistons a pumpin, and the hubcaps all gleam.
When Im holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When my hands on your grease gun,
Oh its like a disease son,
Im 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 just had to forget her,
Rather buy me a new cartburettor,
So she made tracks sayin ths is the end now,
Cars dont talk back theyre just four wheeled friends now,
When Im holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When Im cruisin in overdrive,
Dont have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive,
Im in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
Im in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove!
(Vocal - Roger Taylor)
Queen Im In Love With My Car