Lyrics Greased Lightnin' - The Theatreland Chorus

Greased Lightnin'

Why this car is automatic
It’s systematic
It’s hydromatic
Why it’s greased lightning (Greased 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 stuff we’ll be getting lots of tip
In Greased Lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go greased lightning you’re burning up the quarter mile
(Greased lightning go greased lightning)
Go greased lightning you’re coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks’ll cream for greased 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 muffler 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 pussy wagon
Greased lightning
Go greased lightning you’re burning up the quarter mile
(Greased lightning go greased lightning)
Go greased lighting you’re coasting through the heat lap trial
You are supreme the chicks’ll cream for greased lightning
Go greased lightning you’re burning up the quarter mile
(Greased lightning go greased lightning)
Go greased lighting you’re coasting through the hit lap trial
You are supreme the chicks’ll cream for greased lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning