Does anyone other than me think that there may be more to the lines of this song than talking about cars?
Grease me straight down, good electric
I could lay it on the road, mama, it ain't no trick
Ooh, trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Take that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, leave a big pile of tubes
Automobile club-covered, really built in style
Special is tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Factory air-conditioned, wind begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama, and brand-new tires
Groovin' on the freeway, blazes on the road
From now on my gasoline is even gonna conk your hair
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your valves, fix your overdrive
Ooh, feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
DrunkWiz