Seduction here is all sales pitch, cartoon machinery, and bodily confidence: the speaker offers himself as whatever will get desire moving again, from steam train to aeroplane to bumper car, until the blunt title turns the joke unmistakably sexual. The come-on is knowingly ridiculous, but not coy. Gabriel’s voice sells the innuendo with soul-showman force, making lines like I wanna be your sledgehammer feel less like a private confession than a public act of persuasion, half swagger and half release.

The recording makes that bravado believable because it is so tightly held: a bright, funk-pop engine with horns, hard rhythmic snap, and a steady bodily pull that keeps the double entendres from floating away as mere wordplay. When the lyric shifts to I kicked the habit and shed my skin, the sex talk also becomes renewal talk, desire as a way out of stiffness and old constraint.