Why, this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why, it's greased lightning!
Greased lightning!
Well, get some overhead lifters and some four-barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talking, oh, keep talking
A fuel injection cut off and chrome-plated rods, oh yeah
I'll keep 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 crap, we'll be getting lots of that in greased lightning
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 trials
(Greased lightning, go, greased lightning)
You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for greased lightning
We'll get some 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 honey wagon - greased lightning
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 trials
(Greased lightning, go, greased lightning)
You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for greased lightning
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 trials
(Greased lightning, go, greased lightning)
You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for greased lightning
(Lightning...lightning...lightning...)
Yeah!
Writer(s): Warren Casey, Jim Jacobs
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