Ryder:
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's grease lightning (Sam: Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads
oh yeah

Sam:
Keep talking whoa keep talking

Ryder:
fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah

Sam:
I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money

Ryder:
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 that
In Grease Lightning

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Ryder:
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

Ryder:
Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

Ryder (New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike):
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Ryder:
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 off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real honey wagon
Grease lightning

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Ryder:
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

Ryder:
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

Ryder (New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike):
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Ryder:
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

Ryder:
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial

Ryder (New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike):
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning

New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike:
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning

Ryder:
Yeah!