Greased Lightnin' de John Travolta

Why, this car is systematic
Hydromatic, ultramatic
Why, it could be greased lightning
(Grease lightning)

We'll get some overhead lifters
And some four barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, whoa, keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(We'll get her ready, I'll kill to get her ready)
With a 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 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 coasting 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'll get some purple fringe taillights
And thirty inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard
And duel 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
Grease lightning
(Go, go, go)

Go grease lightning
You're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning
You're coasting 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 up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lightning
You're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream for grease lightning

Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning,
Lightning, lightning