Tytuł: It's automatic

• Wykonawca: Air Supply
• Wyświetleń: 345

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