Trampled Under Foot 
 (Jones/Page/Plant) 

 Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim 
 I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow 
 Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood 
 Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 model built [bad word]  really built with style 
 Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise 
 Guaranteed [bad word] for hours, mama it's a perfect size 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red 
 Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head. 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 
 I can't stop talkin' about... 
 [bad word] to me for service every hundred miles 
 Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 Fully [bad word] in any size 
 Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold 
 I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors 

 Talkin' 'bout love (X3) 

 Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.