Lyrics Greased Lightning (From - The New Musical Cast

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

Go 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, they'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't no shit, we'll be getting lots of tits
In Greased Lightning (go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

Go, Greased Lightning, you're burnin' up the quarter mile
Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightning
Go, Greased Lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (uh-huh), the chicks'll cream (uh-huh)
For Greased Lightning (go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

Go get some purple French taillights and 30-inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and dual 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 pussy wagon
Greased Lightning (go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

Go, Greased Lightning, you're burnin' up the quarter mile
Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightning
Go, Greased Lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (uh-huh), the chicks'll cream (uh-huh)
For Greased Lightning (go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

Go, Greased Lightning, you're burnin' up the quarter mile
Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightning
Go, Greased Lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (uh-huh), the chicks'll cream (uh-huh)

For Greased Lightning (Lightning, Lightning, Lightning)
Lightning, Lightning, Lightning, Lightning