Grease Lightning - Grease

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Grease Lightning – Grease

Well, this car could be systematic, hydromatic, ultramatic

Why, it could be greased lightning

(Grease lightning)

We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah

(Keep talking, whoa, keep talking)

Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah

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 trials

(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)

Purple French 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 pussy 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 trials

(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)

-(Instrumental Part)-

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 trials

(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)

You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease lightning

Lightning, lightning, lightning

Lightning, lightning, lightning, lightning, lightni...........in'

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