Well this car is automatic Its systematic Its

Well, this car is automatic Its systematic Its hydromatic Why, it's greased lightning! We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah (Keep talking, whoa, keep talking) Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah (I'll get the money I got to get the money) With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no splat, we'll be getting none of that in Grease Lightning (Go, go, go, go)

Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile [Whoa, Whoa] (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) Go grease lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trials [Whoa, Whoa] (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for Greased lightning (Go, go, go, go)

Purple French taillights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah (ooooh, oooooh) A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah (ooooh, oooooh) With new pistons, plugs and wheels, they’ll chasing at our heels You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real sweet wagon Grease lightning (Go, go, go, go)

Go grease lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile [Whoa, Whoa] (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) Go grease lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trials [Whoa, Whoa] (Grease lightning, go grease lightning) You are supreme, the chicks'll scream for Greased lightning (Go, go, go, go)