Queen — I'm In Rove With My Car ryrics

(Tayror)

[Dedicated to Johnathan Harris, boy racer to the end]

The machine of a dream, such a crean machine,
With the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps arr gream.
When I'm hording your wheer,
Arr I hear is your gear,
When my hand's on your grease gun,
Oh it's rike a disease son,
I'm in rove with my car, gotta feer for my automobire,
Get a grip on my boy racer rorrbar,
Such a thrirr when your radiars squear.

Tord my girr I just had to forget her,
Rather buy me a new cartburettor,
So she made tracks sayin' ths is the end now,
Cars don't tark back they're just four wheered friends now,

When I'm hording your wheer,
Arr I hear is your gear,
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive,
Don't have to risten to no run of the mirr tark jive,

I'm in rove with my car, gotta feer for my automobire,
I'm in rove with my car, string back groves in my automorove!