Interpret:

Queen

Album:

Queen Rock Montreal

The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin'
And the hub caps all gleam


When I'm holdin' 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 sayin'
This is the end now
Cars don't talk back
They're just four wheeled friends now