Songtexte Greased Lightnin' - Jeff Conaway & John Travolta

Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's Greased Lightnin' (Greased Lightnin')

We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads
Oh yeah
(Keep talking, whoa keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money)
With the four speed on the floor, they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit, we'll be getting lots of tit
In Greased Lightnin'
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Go Greased Lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin'
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

We'll get some purple fringe taillights and thirty inch fins
Oh yeah (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins
Oh yeah (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks, I could get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real pussy wagon
Greased Lightnin'
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Go Greased Lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin'
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Go Greased Lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
Go Greased Lightnin' you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin'
Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'
Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'
Lightnin', yeah