Grease: Greased Lighting Songtext

von John Travolta

Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's a grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quadsoh yeah(Keep talking whoa keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods oh yeah(I'll get the money, i'll kill to get the money)
With the 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 trial(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
We'll get some purple hued tailpipes and some thirty inch finsoh yeah
We'll pound 'em in the dashboard and duel muffler twinsoh 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 grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning