Greased Lightning Lyrics

Artist: John Travolta

This car is automatic
Systematic
Hydromatic
Why its a Grease Lightning (Grease lightning)

We'll get some overhead lifters
And some four barrel quads oh yeah
(keep talking whoa keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoffs and crome plated rods oh yeah
(I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money)

With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that I ain't braggin she's a real pussy 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 hit lap trial
Grease lightning go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for greae lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

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