Greased Lightnin' Lyrics

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Greased Lightnin' Lyrics





Greased Lightnin'



Shane: Why, this car is automatic



Kian: It's systematic



Shane: It's...hy-dromatic



Bryan: Why, it's greased lightnin'!







Shane: We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrell quads, oh

yeah



Kian: Keep talkin', woah keep talkin



Shane: Fuel injection cut off, chrome plated rods, oh yeah



Kian: I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money



Mark: With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waitin' at the door



You know without a doubt, we'll be really makin' out



For greased lightnin'







Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab

trial



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Nicky: You are supreme, the chicks'll scream



For greased lightnin'







Mark: We'll get some purple, French tail-lights and thirty inch

fins, oh yeah



Palomino dashboard, and duel muffler twins, oh yeah



Shane: With new pistons, plugs and shocks, I can get it off my rocks



Kiann: You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real draggin' waggon



Greased lightnin'







Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab

trial



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Mark: You are supreme, the chicks'll scream



For greased lightnin'







*clap break*







Shane: Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab

trial



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Nicky: You are supreme, the chicks'll scream



For greased lightnin'







Shane: Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab

trial



(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')



Shane: You are supreme, the chicks'll cream



For greased lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'



Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'



Ye-ee-eah