Greased Lightnin' lyrics

Artist	Less Than Jake
Album(s)	Greased

Lyrics

This car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why cant it be grease lightning

We'll 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 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 crashing 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 got 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 I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
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 lighting you're crashing 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 through the quarter mile
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're crashing through the hit lap trial
(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning

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