John Travolta
John Travolta - Greased Lightenin' (Single Version) lyrics
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This car is automatic Systematic Hydromatic Why it's a Grease Lightning (Grease lightning) I got chills they're multiplying And I'm losing control Cause the power you're supplying It's electrifying You better shape coz i need a man And my heart is set on you You better shape up You better,to my heart i must be true You're the one that I want The one that I need Oh yes indeed Why it's a Grease ligtning (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 Summer loving had me a blast Summer loving happened so fast I met a girl crazy for me Met a boy cute as can be Summer days drifting a way to oh oh the summer night Tell me more, tell me more Did you get very far? Tell me more, tell me more Like does he have a car? She swam by me she got a cramp He ran by me got my suit damp I saved her life she nearly drown He showed off splashing around Summer sun somethings begun but oh oh the summer nights Tell me more tell m