Greased Lightning Lyrics

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

Sam:
Keep talking whoa keep talking

Ryder:
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah

Sam:
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 crap we'll be getting lots of that
In Grease Lightning

New Direction Boys 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 and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

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

New Direction Boys and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

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

New Direction Boys 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
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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
Grease lightning

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

New Direction Boys and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

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

New Direction Boys and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

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

New Direction Boys 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 and Mike:
Grease lightning go grease lightning

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

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

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

Ryder:
Yeah!