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The Summer Nights
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Greased Lightnin'
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hyyyyydromatic
Why it's Greased Lightning!
I'll get some overhead lifters
And for barrel quads, oh yeah
(keep talking, woah keep talking)
A fuel injection cut-off
And chrome-platted rods, oh yeah
(I get the money, I kill to get the money)
With a four speed on the floor
We'll the waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit
We'll be gettin' lots of tit
In Greased Lightning
(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
(Greased Lightning, Go, Greased Lightning)
You are supreme
The chicks will cream
For Greased Lightning
(go, go, go, go,...)
Get some purple french tail-lights
And thirty inch-fins, oh yeah
A Palomina Dashboard
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And duel muffler-twins, oh yeah
With new pistons, plucks and shocks
I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging
She's a real Pussy Wagon
Greased Lightning
(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
(Greased Lightning, Go, Greased Lightning)
You are supreme
The chicks will cream
for Greased Lightning
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
(Greased Lightning, Go, Greased Lightning)
You are supreme
The chicks will cream
for Greased Lightning
(Lightning, Lightning, Lightning, Lightning,... Lightniiiiiing)
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