Intro: D  with some frills
Verse 1:
Em                     G                    D 
      Ohhhhh...            The machine of a dream.
C                        Em                     G 
  Such a clean machine.     When the pistons a pumpin',
D                      C      Em 
  And the hubcaps all gleam.     When I'm holding your wheel,
G                           D 
  All I hear is your gear,   When my hand's on your grease gun,
C 
  Oh, it's like a disease son.
Chrous:
Em                     G     D                  C 
  I'm in love with my car.    Gotta feel for my automobile.
Em                   G                    D                        C 
  Geat a grip on my boy racer roller bar,   Such a thril when your radials squeel.
Verse 2:
B                                      C 
 Told my girl I'll have to forget her,  Rather buy me a new carburetor,
B                                               C 
 So she made tracks saying this is the end now,  Cars don't talk back,
                                        D 
they're just four wheeled friends now.
Em                            G 
  When I'm holding you wheel,   All I hear is your gear,
D                               C 
  When I'm crusing in overdrive, Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive.
Chrous:
Em                     G     D                  C 
  I'm in love with my car.    Gotta feel for my automobile.
Em                     G     D                         C 
  I'm in love with my car.    String back gloves in my automolove.
D  (Fade Out)