Greased lightnin' lyrics

Well, this car is hydromatic

Why, it's greased lightning!

We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads

(Keep talking, whoa, keep talking)

Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods

(I'll get the money I 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 trials

(Grease lightning, go grease lightning)

You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for Greased lightning

(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

• Artist:Helene Fischer
• Album:Für einen Tag (Live 2012)