Greased Lightnin' Lyrics

This car is automatic,
Systematic
Hydromatic
Why it's the Greased Lightnin'
I'll have me overhead lifters
And four barrel quads, oh yeah

Keep talkin'! Wo, keep talkin'!

A 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 no shit
When we'll be gettin' lots of tits
In Greased Lightnin'!

Go Greased Lightnin'
You're burnin' up the quater mile
Greased Lightnin'!
Go Greased Lightnin'!
Go Greased Lightnin' You're coastin'
Through the heatm 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 dashbord
And dual muffler twins, oh yeah!
With new pistolplugs and shocks,
She could beat the superstocks
Ya 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're supreme!
The chicks'll cream
For Greased Lightnin'!