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 talkin', whoa keep talkin'
Fuel injection cut-off, 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 waitin' at the door
You know that ain't shit, we'll be gettin' lots of tit - greased lightnin'
Chorus:
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' 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) tail-lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A palomina 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'
Chorus:
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' 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'
Chorus:
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' 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'
