Grease soundtrack – John Travolta - Greased Lightnin' lyrics

Well this car is automatic, it's systematic, it's hydromatic
Why it's a 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
oh yeah I'll get the money, i intend to get the money
With a four-speed on the floor, we'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't shit 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 coastin' through the heap lap trial
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 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)