"Greased Lightning" songtekst
(originally by John Travolta & Jeff Conaway)
Well, this car is systematic
Hydromatic
Automatic
Why, it's Greased Lightning
We'll get some overhead lifters, four-barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talking, oh, keep talking
A fuel injection cutoff, 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, they'll be getting lots of things
In Greased Lightning (Go, go, go)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Go Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter-mile
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
(Go) Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (Uh-uh), the chicks'll cream (Uh-uh)
For Greased Lightning (Go, go, go)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Purple fringe tail lights, thirty-inch fins, oh yeah (Ooh)
(Go) A Palomino dashboard, duel muffler twins, oh yeah (Ooh)
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks, I will get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real dude wagon
Greased Lightning (Go, go, go)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Go Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter-mile
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
(Go) Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (Uh-uh), the chicks'll cream (Uh-uh)
For Greased Lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Go Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter-mile
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
(Go) Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (Uh-uh), the chicks'll cream (Uh-uh)
For Greased Lightning
Lightning (Lightning), lightning (Lightning)
Hydromatic
Automatic
Why, it's Greased Lightning
We'll get some overhead lifters, four-barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talking, oh, keep talking
A fuel injection cutoff, 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, they'll be getting lots of things
In Greased Lightning (Go, go, go)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Go Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter-mile
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
(Go) Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (Uh-uh), the chicks'll cream (Uh-uh)
For Greased Lightning (Go, go, go)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Purple fringe tail lights, thirty-inch fins, oh yeah (Ooh)
(Go) A Palomino dashboard, duel muffler twins, oh yeah (Ooh)
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks, I will get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real dude wagon
Greased Lightning (Go, go, go)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Go Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter-mile
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
(Go) Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (Uh-uh), the chicks'll cream (Uh-uh)
For Greased Lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Go) Go Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter-mile
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
(Go) Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
Greased Lightning, oh, Greased Lightning
You are supreme (Uh-uh), the chicks'll cream (Uh-uh)
For Greased Lightning
Lightning (Lightning), lightning (Lightning)
