Greased Lightnin' Lyrics - Greased - Less Than Jake

Why this car is automatic 

It's systematic 

It's hydromatic 

Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning) 

We'll get some overhead lifters and some 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 coasting through the heat lap trial 

You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning 

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go 

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 that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon 

Grease lightning