Greased Lightning
John Travolta


Well this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's a greased lightnin'!
(Greased lightnin'!)
We'll get some overhead lifters
And four barrel pods, 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
We'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't shit
When we'll be gettin' lots of tit
Greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin'
You're burnin' up the quarter mound
(Greased lightnin')
(Go greased lightnin')
Go, greased lightnin'
You're crossin' through the hitblast chound
(Greased lightnin')
(Go greased lightnin')
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream
For greased lightnin'
We'll get some purple pitched tailpipes and thirty inch danes, oh yeah
A palomina dashboard and duel muffin' twins, oh yeah
With my booster plates and shocks
I can get her on my rocks
You know that I ain't braggin'
She's a real pusher wagon
Greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin'
You're burnin' up the quarter mound
(Greased lightnin')
(Go greased lightnin')
Go, greased lightnin'
You're crossin' through the hitblast chound
(Greased lightnin')
(Go greased lightnin')
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream
For greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin'
You're burnin' up the quarter mound
(Greased lightnin')
(Go greased lightnin')
Go, greased lightnin'
You're crossin' through the hitblast chound
(Greased lightnin')
(Go greased lightnin')
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream
For greased lightnin'
(Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin')
(Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin')
(Lightnin')

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