Its Automatic — текст песни (Air Supply)

(graham russell)



All my life Ive 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



Its automatic, its automatic

Its 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 wouldnt take second place

Both saying with a smile on our face.