Lyrics:

Well, this car is automatic It's systematic, it's hydromatic Why it's greased lightnin' I got chills They're multiplyin' And I'm losin' control 'Cause the power You're suplyin' It's electrifyin' You better shape up 'Cause I need a man And my heart is set on you You better shape up You better understand To my heart I must be true Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do You're the one that I want (You are the one I want) Oo, oo, ooo, honey The one that I want (You are the one I want) Oo, oo, ooo, honey The one that I want You, oo, oo, ooo (You are the one I want) The one I need, oh, yes indeed Why it's greased lightnin' We'll get some overhead lifters And four barrel quads, oh yeah Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin' Fuel injection cut off, 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 ain't shit when we'll be gettin' Lots of tit in greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin', you're coastin' through the heat lap trials Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin' You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin' We'll get some purple French tail lights 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 braggin', shh