[Ryder:]
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's grease lightning ([Sam:] Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads
Oh yeah
[Sam:]
Keep talking whoa keep talking
[ Ryder:]
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah
[ Sam:]
I'll get the money I'll k** to get the money
[ Ryder:]
With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no crap we'll be getting lots of that
In Grease Lightning
[New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[ Ryder:]
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
[New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Grease lightning go grease lightning
[ Ryder:]
Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial
[New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Grease lightning go grease lightning
[ Ryder: (New Direction Boys and Mike):]
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning
[ New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[ Ryder:]
We'll get some purple french tail lights 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 honey wagon
Grease lightning
[ Ryder:]
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
[ New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Grease lightning go grease lightning
[ Ryder:]
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
[ New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Grease lightning go grease lightning
[ Ryder (New Direction Boys and Mike):]
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning
[ New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[ Ryder:]
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
[ New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Grease lightning go grease lightning
[ Ryder:]
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial
[ New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Grease lightning go grease lightning
[ Ryder (New Direction Boys and Mike):]
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning
[ New Direction Boys and Mike:]
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning
[ Ryder:]
Yeah!