Lyrics Greased Lightning - InstaHit Crew

Greased Lightning

: Why, this car is automatic*
It’s systematic
It’s…hy-dromatic
Why, it’s greased lightnin'!
We’ll get some overhead lifters and four barrell quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin', woah keep talkin
Fuel injection cut off, 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 waitin' at the door
You know without a doubt, we’ll be really makin' out
For greased lightnin'
Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks’ll scream
For greased lightnin'
We’ll get some purple, French tail-lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
Palomino dashboard, and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs and shocks, I can get it off my rocks
You know that I ain’t braggin', she’s a real draggin' waggon
Greased lightnin'
Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks’ll scream
For greased lightnin'
Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks’ll scream
For greased lightnin'
Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks’ll cream
For greased lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'
Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'
Ye-ee-eah