The machine of a dream, such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam
When I'm holding 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 had 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
When I'm holding your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automobile
Eh they aren't up for beauty just testing a theory I had. Ive seen it done before but I just haven't found a decent enough spot. I will work on it some more! Pracitce makes perfect!!
That second picture gives you a good idea how I like my black top half of the car.
