Greased Lightnin'
John Travolta
Why this car is automatic, it's systematic, it's hydromatic -
Why it's Greased Lightnin'!
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four-barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, whoa keep talking)
Fuel injection cut-offs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I'll get it ready, i'll kill to get it ready)
With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit, we'll be getting lots of tit
In Greased Lightin'
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
Go Greased Lightnin' you're burning up the quarter-mile
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
Go Greased Lightnin' you're coasting through the heat-lap trials
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin'
We'll get some purple french tailpipes and thirty-inch chromes, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragin' she's a real pussy wagon
Greased Lightnin'
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
Go Greased Lightnin' You're burning up the quarter-mile
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
Go greased Lightnin' you're coasting through the heat-lap trials
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin'
Lightnin', lightnin'.....lightnin'!
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