Lyrics:

Why, this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why, it's greased lightnin'

We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin', woah keep talkin'
Fuel injection cut off, 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, greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat lap trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll scream 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 it off my rocks
You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real draggin' waggon greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat lap trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat lap trial
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for greased lightnin'

Lightin'
Lightin'
Lightin'
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