Air Supply – It’s Automatic

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.