White Queen

Words and music by Roger Taylor                                                                                                  
 
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin'
And the hub caps all gleam
 
When I'm holdin' your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hand's on your grease gun
Oh it's like a disease son
 
I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
 
Told my girl I'll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks sayin'
This is the end now
Cars don't talk back
They're just four wheeled friends now
 
When I'm holdin your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive
 
I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
String back gloves in my automolove


Traduzione:

Death on two legs (dedicated to..) (Mercury)
Lazing on a Sunday afternoon (Mercury)
I’m in love with my car (Taylor)
You’re my best friend (Deacon)
‘39 (May)
Sweet lady (May)
Seaside rendezvous (Mercury)
The prophets song (May)
Love of my life (Mercury)
Good company (May)
Bohemian rapsody (Mercury)
God save the Queen (trad. arr. May)