Why, this car could be  ultramatic, systematic,
 hydromatic
 Why, it could be greased 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 a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waiting at the door
 You know that ain't no [bad word]  we'll be getting lots of it 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 cream for grease lightning
 (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

We'll get some purple French taillights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
 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 [bad word] wagon
 Grease lightning
 (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 cream for 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 cream for grease lightning

Lightning, lightning, lightning
 Lightning, lightning, lightning, lightning, lightning
 Yeaaaahhhhhhh....

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