paroles de chanson Greased Lightnin' - John Travolta feat. Jeff Conaway

Well this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's greased lightin'

We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, oh keep talking)
Fuel injection cut offs 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 it ain't shit, we'll be gettin' lots of tit
Greased lightin'

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go greased lightin' you're burnin' up the quater mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightin' you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightin'

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We'll get some purple pitch tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A palomino dashboard and duel-muffler twins, oh yeah
With new boosters, plates and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real pussy wagon
Greased lighting'

Go greased lighting you're burning up the quater mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightin' you're coasting through the heat lap trials
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightin'

Go greased lightin' you're burning up the quater mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightin' you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightin'
Lightin', lightin', lightin'
Lightin', lightin', lightin', lightnin'
Lightin'