Why, this car is automatic
It's systematic, it's hydromatic
Why, it's greased lightning
(Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel
quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, whoa, keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money)
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 Grease Lightning
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning, you're coasting through the heat
lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease
lightning
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
We'll get some purple fringe taillights and thirty inch
fins, 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 bragging, she's a real p*ssy
wagon
Grease lightning
(Go, go, go)
Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning, you're coasting through the heat
lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease
lightning
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning, you're coasting through the heat
lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease
lightning
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