Grease - Greased Lightning lyrics

Why this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning) We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads Oh yeah (Keep talking whoa keep talking) A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah (I'll get the money i'll 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 trial (grease lighting go grease lightning) You are supreme the chicks'll scream for grease lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go We'll get sone 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 p**y 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 lane trial 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 ye that's so right baby