Interpret:

Air Supply

Album:

The Whole Thing Started

All my life I've been a manual man 
I like the floor all the power in my hand 
Driving up and down the road all day 
Overtaking anything in the way 
Alongside us came a man in a grin 
Winding down the window clever again 
You know manual is far too old 
To keep pace then he left us cold 


It's automatic, it's automatic 
It's automatic, it goes by itself 


Quick thinking and a mutual aim 
So on finding out the name of the game 
A different unit was ordered that day 
Who wants to go thru' the gears anyway 
The same color the same design 
The same car with a different mind 
Knowing now we wouldn't take second place 
Both saying with a smile on our face.