Grease – Greased Lightnin’

Grease – Greased Lightnin’

Well this car is automatic, it’s systematic, it’s hydromatic

Why it’s a greased lightnin’!

We’ll get some overhead lifters, and four barrel pods,

Keep talkin’, whoah keep talkin’

Fuel injection cut off, and chrome plated rods,

oh yeah I’ll get the money, I’ll see you get the money

With a four-speed on the floor, we’ll be waitin’ at the door

You know that ain’t shit when we’ll be gettin’ lots of tit –

greased lightnin’

[Chorus:] Go, greased lightnin’,

you’re burnin’ up the quarter mile

Greased lightnin’, go greased lightnin’

Go, greased lightnin’,

you’re crossin’ through the hit that trial

Greased lightnin’, go greased lightnin’

You are supreme, the chicks’ll cream for greased lightnin’

We’ll get some purple pitched tail lights

and thirty inch fins, oh yeah

A palomina dashboard and duel muffin’ twins, oh yeah

With new boosters, plates and shocks,

I can get her on my rocks

You know that I ain’t braggin’, she’s a real pussy wagon –

greased lightnin’

(chorus x2)