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 colour 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



It's automatic, it's automatic

It s automatic, it goes by itself