John Travolta - Grease Lightnin' Lyrics
Why this car is automaticIt's systematicIt's hydromaticWhy it's a grease lightning (Grease lightning)We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quadsoh yeah(Keep talking whoa keep talking)Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods oh yeah(I'll get the money, i'll kill to get the money)With the four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the doorYou know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of titIn Grease LightningGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, goGo 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 lightning go grease lightning)You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightningGo, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, goWe'll get some purple hued tailpipes and some thirty inch finsoh yeahWe'll pound 'em in the dashboard and duel muffler twinsoh yeahWith new pistons, plugs and shocks I can get off my rocksYou know that I ain't bragging she's a real ***** wagonGrease lightningGo 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 lightningGo 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 lightningLightning, lightning, lightningLightning, lightning, lightning-acapo
