Songtext von Greased Lightnin'

This car can be systematic, hydromatic, automatic Why can be greased lightning? (greased lightning) Will get some overhead lifters, and four barrel quads, oh, yeah Keep talking, woah keep talking Fuel injection cut off, and chrome plated rods, oh, yeah Will be ready, I'll kill to get 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 tin with greased lightning Go, greased lightning, you're burnin' up the quarter mile Greased lightning, go greased lightning Go, greased lightning, you're coastin' through the heat laptrials Greased lightnin', go greased lightning You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightning 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', she's a real pussy wagon greased lightning Go, greased lightning, you're burnin' up the quarter mile Greased lightning, go greased lightning Go, greased lightning, you're coastin' through the heat laptrials Greased lightnin', go greased lightning You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightning Go, greased lightning, you're burnin' up the quarter mile Greased lightning, go greased lightning Go, greased lightning, you're coastin' through the heat laptrials Greased lightnin', go greased lightning You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning