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.
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