Grease [OST] - Greased Lightning

Well this car is automatic,

It's systematic, it's hydromatic

Why it's greased lightnin'!

(Grease Lighting)

We'll get some overhead lifters,

and four barrel quads, oh yeah

(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,

they'll be waitin' at the door

You know that ain't shit when

we'll be gettin' lots of tit in greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin',

you're burnin' up the quarter mile

Greased lightnin',

go greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin',

you're coastin' 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 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 braggin',

she's a real pussy wagon - greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin',

you're burnin' up the quarter mile

Greased lightnin',

go greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin',

you're coastin' through the heat lap trials

Greased lightnin',

go greased lightnin'

You are supreme,

the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin',

you're burnin' up the quarter mile

Greased lightnin',

go greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin',

you're coastin' through the heat lap trials

Greased lightnin',

go greased lightnin'

You are supreme,

the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin'