(Graham Russell)
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All my life I've been a manual man
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I like the floor all the power in my hand
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Driving up and down the road all day
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Overtaking anything in the way
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Alongside us came a man in a grin
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Winding down the window clever again
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You know manual is far too old
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To keep pace then he left us cold
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It's automatic, it's automatic
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It's automatic, it goes by itself
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Quick thinking and a mutual aim
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So on finding out the name of the game
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A different unit was ordered that day
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Who wants to go thru' the gears anyway
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The same color the same design
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The same car with a different mind
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Knowing now we wouldn't take second place
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Both saying with a smile on our face.
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It's Automatic
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| Air Supply |
