Greased Lightning

Greased Lightning Lyrics

Song Greased Lightning
Artist Less Than Jake
Album Greased
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This car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why can't it be grease lightning
We'll get some overhead lifters
And four barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, whoa keep talking)
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I'll get the money I´ll kill to get the money)
With a four speed on the floor we'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
In grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, 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 crashing through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We got purple french tail lights
And thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard
And duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With pistol plated shocks, I can get off my rocks
You know I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're crashing through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you're burning through the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're crashing through the hit lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning
This car is automatic
It' s systematic
It' s hydromatic
Why can' t it be grease lightning
We' ll get some overhead lifters
And four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talking, whoa keep talking
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
I' ll get the money I ll kill to get the money
With a four speed on the floor we' ll be waiting at the door
You know that ain' t no shit we' ll be getting lots of tit
In grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, 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 crashing through the heat lap trial
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks' ll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We got purple french tail lights
And thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard
And duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With pistol plated shocks, I can get off my rocks
You know I ain' t bragging she' s a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you' re burning up the quarter mile
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
Go grease lighting you' re crashing through the heat lap trial
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks' ll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you' re burning through the quarter mile
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
Go grease lighting you' re crashing through the hit lap trial
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks' ll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning
This car is automatic
It' s systematic
It' s hydromatic
Why can' t it be grease lightning
We' ll get some overhead lifters
And four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talking, whoa keep talking
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
I' ll get the money I ll kill to get the money
With a four speed on the floor we' ll be waiting at the door
You know that ain' t no shit we' ll be getting lots of tit
In grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, 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 crashing through the heat lap trial
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks' ll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We got purple french tail lights
And thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard
And duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With pistol plated shocks, I can get off my rocks
You know I ain' t bragging she' s a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you' re burning up the quarter mile
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
Go grease lighting you' re crashing through the heat lap trial
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks' ll cream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go grease lightning you' re burning through the quarter mile
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
Go grease lighting you' re crashing through the hit lap trial
Grease lightning, go grease lightning
You are supreme the chicks' ll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning
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