Letra de Greased Lightning

Why this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Grease 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 shit we'll be getting lots of tit In Grease Lightning Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) Go grease lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trial You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease 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 Grease lightning Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) Go grease lighting, you're coasting through the heat lap trial You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) Go grease lighting, you're coasting through the hit lap trial You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning