Grease
Greased Lightning lyrics
Songwriters: Jacobs, Jim; Casey, Warren
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads
Oh yeah
(Keep talking whoa keep talking)
A fuel injection cutoff 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 lighting go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll scream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We'll get sone purple french tail lights 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 pussy wagon
Grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lane trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning ye that's so right baby
Greased Lightning lyrics © Edwin H Morris & Co
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