Roger: One, two, three, one, two, three Aaahhhh The machine of a dream, such a clean machine With the pistons a pumping, and the hub-caps all gleam When I'm holding your wheel All I hear is your gear Your hand on my grease gun It's like a disease son I'm in love with my car (love with my car) Gotta feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar (love with my car) Such a thrill when your radials squeal Told my girl I'd have to forget her Rather buy me a new carburettor So she made tracks saying 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 cruising in overdrive Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive I'm in love with my car (love with my car) Gotta feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car (love with my car) String back gloves in my automolove Brian: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Roger Taylor