Film musical orchestra - Grease lyrics

Well, this car is, systematic, hydromatic, automatic Why, it's greased lightning! (Greased 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 (I'll get the money I k** to get the money) With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no sh**, 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 Greased 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 p**y wagon 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) 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'