John Travolta
John Travolta - Grease Lightning lyrics
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Why this car is systematic It's hydromatic It's ultramatic Why it's a grease lightning (Grease lightning) We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads Oh 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 door You know that ain't no shit 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 coasting through the heat lap trial (Grease lightning go grease lightning) You are supreme the chicks'll scream for grease lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go We'll get some purple hued tailpipes and some thirty inch fins Oh yeah We'll pound 'em in the dashboard and duel muffler twins Oh yeah With new pistons, plugs and shocks I could get off my rocks You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy 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 (Grease lightning go grease lightning) You are supreme the chicks'll scream 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 heat lap trial (Grease lightning go grease lightning) You are supreme the chicks'll scream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning