Greased Lightning

This car is automatic

It's systematic

It's hydromatic

Why can't it be grease lightning

We'll get some overhead lifters

And 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 we'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 crashing 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 got purple french tail lights

And thirty inch fins, oh yeah

A Palomino dashboard

And duel muffler twins, oh yeah

With pistol plated shocks, I can get off my rocks

You know I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon

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 lighting you're crashing 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 through the quarter mile

(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)

Go grease lighting you're crashing through the hit lap trial

(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)

You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning

Lightning, lightning