(Graham Russell)
All my life I've been a manual manI like the floor all the power in my handDriving up and down the road all dayOvertaking anything in the wayAlongside us came a man in a grinWinding down the window clever againYou know manual is far too oldTo keep pace then he left us cold
It's automatic, it's automaticIt's automatic, it goes by itself
Quick thinking and a mutual aimSo on finding out the name of the gameA different unit was ordered that dayWho wants to go thru' the gears anywayThe same color the same designThe same car with a different mindKnowing now we wouldn't take second placeBoth saying with a smile on our face.
All my life I've been a manual manI like the floor all the power in my handDriving up and down the road all dayOvertaking anything in the wayAlongside us came a man in a grinWinding down the window clever againYou know manual is far too oldTo keep pace then he left us cold
It's automatic, it's automaticIt's automatic, it goes by itself
Quick thinking and a mutual aimSo on finding out the name of the gameA different unit was ordered that dayWho wants to go thru' the gears anywayThe same color the same designThe same car with a different mindKnowing now we wouldn't take second placeBoth saying with a smile on our face.
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