Less Than Jake - Greased Lightning lyrics

This car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why can't it be grease lightning We'll get some overhead lifters And 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 we'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 crashing 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 got purple french tail lights And thirty inch fins, oh yeah A Palomino dashboard And duel muffler twins, oh yeah With pistol plated shocks, I can get off my rocks You know 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 lighting you're crashing 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 Go grease lightning you're burning through the quarter mile (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) Go grease lighting you're crashing through the hit lap trial (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning