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All my life I've been a manual man |
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I like the floor all the power in my hand |
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Driving up and down the road all day |
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Overtaking anything in the way |
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Alongside us came a man in a grin |
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Winding down the window clever again |
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You know manual is far too old |
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To keep pace then he left us cold |
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It's automatic, it's automatic |
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It s automatic, it goes by itself |
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Quick thinking and a mutual aim |
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So on finding out the name of the game |
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A different unit was ordered that day |
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Who wants to go thru' the gears anyway |
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The same colour the same design |
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The same car with a different mind |
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Knowing now we wouldn't take second place |
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Both saying with a smile on our face |
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It's automatic, it's automatic |
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It s automatic, it goes by itself |
