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Musical: Grease
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Well this car is systematic, hydromatic, ultramatic Why, it could be Greased Lightnin'! We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads, oh yeah Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin'! Fuel injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah I'll get her ready, I need to get her ready! 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' (Chorus:) Go, Greased Lightnin' You're burnin' up the quarter mile Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin' Go Greased Lightnin' You're coasting through the heat lap trails Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin' You are supreme The chicks'll cream For Greased Lightnin' Go go go go go go go go We'll get some purple pitched tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah A palomina dashboard and duel-muffler twins, oh yeah With new boosters, plates and shocks I can get off my rocks You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real pussy wagon Greased Lightnin' (Chorus x2) Back to main page: Grease Lyrics
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