Autophilia (Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love My Car)

"Autophilia (Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Car)" is a song by The Bluetones, released as their second single from their third album, Science & Nature. In 2006, it was included on the band's two-disc compilation album, A Rough Outline: The Singles & B-Sides 95–03.

The song's title is a reference to and pun of the 1964 Stanley Kubrick movie Doctor Strangelove (or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb).

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