Queen (Roger Taylor) — I'm In Love With My Car | караоке з текстом і вимкненням вокалу

Ah. Ah. Machine of a dream. Such a clean machine. With the pistons a-pumping. And the hubcaps all gleam. When I'm holding your wheel. All I hear is your gear. Your hand on that grease gun, honey. Ah, it's like a disease come. Ah. I'm in love with my car. Oh, oh, yes, he is. Got a feel for my automobile. Get a grip on my four-way steering wheel. Such a thrill when your rails squeal. Told my girl I had to forget her. Rather buy me a new carburetor. So she laid track, said, "This is the end now." Cars don't talk back, they just go where wheels plow