John Travolta Grease Lightnin' 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 kill to get the money)
With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no s___ we'll be getting lots of t__
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
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel m___ler 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____ 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 lap 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 hit lap trial
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning

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