Glee Cast - Greased Lightning lyrics

[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!