Greased Lightnin' - The Theatreland Chorus

Why this car is automatic

It’s systematic

It’s hydromatic

Why it’s greased lightning (Greased lightning)

We’ll get some overhead lifters and some 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 they’ll be waiting at the door

You know that ain’t no stuff we’ll be getting lots of tip

In Greased Lightning

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Go greased lightning you’re burning up the quarter mile

(Greased lightning go greased lightning)

Go greased lightning you’re coasting through the heat lap trial

You are supreme the chicks’ll cream for greased lightning

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

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 bragging she’s a real pussy wagon

Greased lightning

Go greased lightning you’re burning up the quarter mile

(Greased lightning go greased lightning)

Go greased lighting you’re coasting through the heat lap trial

You are supreme the chicks’ll cream for greased lightning

Go greased lightning you’re burning up the quarter mile

(Greased lightning go greased lightning)

Go greased lighting you’re coasting through the hit lap trial

You are supreme the chicks’ll cream for greased lightning

Lightning, lightning, lightning

Lightning, lightning, lightning

Lightning