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Melton |
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In the middle of the daytime, in the middle of the night |
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Comes a new kind of engine from way out of sight |
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She's good looking and her lines are mighty clean |
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The name of that engine is the Love Machine. |
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Put some fuel in her tender and turn up the steam |
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You can hear, you can hear that whistle scream |
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You can see her coming on down the track |
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She'll send little shivers up and down your back. |
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I know you've heard of old ninety-nine |
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Perhaps the red caboose |
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But they will all be left behind |
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When the Love Machine gets loose. |
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In the middle of the daytime, in the middle of the night |
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Comes a new kind of engine from way out of sight |
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Now she's good-looking and her lines are mighty clean |
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And the name of that engine is the Love Machine |
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And the name of that engine is the Love Machine. |
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I know you've heard of old ninety-nine |
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Perhaps the red caboose |
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But they will all be left behind |
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When the Love Machine gets loose |
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When the Love Machine gets loose. |
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Now people I'm talking about love |
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And I'm talking about a machine yeah, huh! |
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It's a clean machine and a fine machine |
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When that Love Machine gets loose |
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When that Love Machine gets loose |
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I'm gonna get loose too, yeah. |
