Lyrics
This car could be systematic, hydromatic, ultramatic
Why, it could be greased lightnin'
Greased lightnin'
We’ll get some overhead lifters
And four barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, oh, keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I'll get it ready, I’ll kill to get it ready)
With the four speed on the floor
They’ll be waiting at the door
You know without a doubt
I’ll be really making out in Grease Lightning
(Go, go, go, go, go…)
Go, greased lightnin', you’re burning up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', 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 scream for Grease Lightning
(Go, go, go, go, go…)
We’ll get some purple bleached tailpipes
And some thirty inch fins, oh yeah
We’ll pound 'em in the dashboard
And duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs and shocks
She could be the super stocks
You know that I ain’t bragging
She’s a real draggin' wagon, Grease lightning
(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 scream for Grease Lightning
(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 scream for Grease Lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning