Greased Lightnin' Lyrics

This car is automatic, Systematic Hydromatic Why it's the Greased Lightnin' I'll have me overhead lifters And four barrel quads, oh yeah Keep talkin'! Wo, keep talkin'! A fuel injection cut off 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 waitin' at the door. You know that ain't no shit When we'll be gettin' lots of tits In Greased Lightnin'! Go Greased Lightnin' You're burnin' up the quater mile Greased Lightnin'! Go Greased Lightnin'! Go Greased Lightnin' You're coastin' Through the heatm lap trials. Greased Lightnin'! Go Greased Lightnin' You are supreme! The chicks'll cream For Greased Lightnin'! We'll get some purple french tail lights And thirty inch fins, oh yeah! A Palomino dashbord And dual muffler twins, oh yeah! With new pistolplugs and shocks, She could beat the superstocks Ya know that I ain't braggin', She's a real pussy wagon. Greased Lightnin'! Go, Greased Lightnin' You're burnin' up the quarter mile Greased Lightnin' Go Greased Lightnin' Go Greased Lightnin', you're coastin' Through the heat lap trials Greased Lightnin' Go Greased Lightnin' You're supreme! The chicks'll cream For Greased Lightnin'!