Machinity, such a clean machine The pistons are pumping And the hook comes open When I'm holding your wheel All I hear is your giggle Your hand on my grease gun It's like a disease, son I'm in love with my car It's got a feel for my automobile Get it ripped by my boy Racer Rover Such a thrill when your radio's screaming Don't wake up, I had to forget her Grab a baby, a new carburettor Since you've been tracking, this is the end now Cars don't turn back, they just go wherever you're at *