maybe they have relations with their cars
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine,
With the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam.
When I'm holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When my hand's on your grease gun,
Oh it's like a disease son,
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar,
Such a thrill when your radials squeal.
Told my girl 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 talk back they're just four wheeled friends now,
When I'm holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive,
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive,
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
I'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove!
You could also read a gay subtext into this song, especially considering it's by Queen.
If NASCAR fic exists it surely involves Racefan Sues peeling skin-tight fire suits off of drivers.
Or
Get It On:
WELL YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR
YA GOTTA HUBCAP DIAMOND STAR HALO
YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR OH YEAH
um, yeah:
When my hand's on your grease gun
You could also read a gay subtext into this song, especially considering it's by Queen.
Oh, I thought you had written that song as a joke. Cause it was far too dirty to be serious.
askye, altogether too many of my days start out, spiral into, or end up like that. Wishing you simplicity and ease-ma for the rest of today.
Susan, I'm so very sorry to hear the news about your dad. Wishing you and your family courage and strength and peace.
Raquel, now I want to see pictures of Mal and his dragon puppet and the cat in pants. I hope your day gets better.
I had an interesting bout of gastric catastrophe last night, brought on by a combination of factors culminating in tomato-based pasta sauce, not that that's here or there. It reminded me of the moment I realized I was an adult: the first time you're in your own home and you're sick, and not only do you have to take care of you yourself, you have to clean up the mess.
WELL YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR YA GOTTA HUBCAP DIAMOND STAR HALO YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR OH YEAH
Yay! I love that song (and I love T-Rex in general).
Oh, I thought you had written that song as a joke.
It'd take me more than a few minutes to write something like that.
Jaguar used that song in a commercial, but I've loved it since I heard it on the first album I ever bought.
I'm going nowhere
Going nowhere fast
Drowning in my memory
Living in the past
Everything looked black till I found her
She's all I need and that´s what I
say I call her Red
She's my shelter from the storm
She's the place to rest my head
Late at night she keeps me warm
I call her Red
And also, while we're there ....
Move over baby (move over baby)
Gimme the keys (gimme the keys)
I’m gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine
(I’m gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine)
Little red corvette
Baby you’re much 2 fast
It'd take me more than a few minutes to write something like that.
I don't know. You're pretty good.
Here in my car
I'm the safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars.
