Queen - I'm In Love With My Car

^Em Ohhhhh... ^G The machine of a ^Ddream. ^C Such a clean machine. ^Em When the pistons a p^Gumpin', ^D And the hubcaps all g^Cleam. ^Em When I'm holding your wheel, ^G All I hear is your gear, ^D When my hand's on your grease gun, ^C Oh, it's like a disease son.

^Em I'm in love with my c^Gar. ^D Gotta feel for my ^Cautomobile. ^Em Geat a grip on my b^Goy racer roller bar, ^D Such a thril when your ^Cradials squeel.

^B Told my girl I'll have to forget her, ^C Rather buy me a new carburetor, ^B So she made tracks saying this is the end now, ^C Cars don't talk back, they're just four wheeled friends now. ^Em When I'm holding you wheel, ^G All I hear is your gear, ^D When I'm crusing in overdrive,^C Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive.

^Em I'm in love with my c^Gar. ^D Gotta feel for my ^Cautomobile. ^Em I'm in love with my c^Gar. ^D String back gloves in my ^Cautomolove.