Greased Lightning (Originally Performed By John Travolta and Jeff Conaway) [Karaoke Version]

Why this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's Greased Lightnin' (Greased Lightnin') We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads Oh yeah (Keep talking, whoa keep talking) Fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods, oh yeah (I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money) With the 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 Greased Lightnin' Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go Greased Lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile (Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin') Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trial (Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin') You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin' Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go We'll get some purple fringe taillights and thirty inch fins Oh yeah (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins Oh yeah (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) With new pistons, plugs, and shocks, I could get off my rocks You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real pussy wagon Greased Lightnin' Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go Greased Lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile (Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin') Go Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trial (Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin') You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin' Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go Greased Lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile (Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin') Go Greased Lightnin' you're coasting through the heat lap trial (Greased Lightnin', go Greased Lightnin') You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for Greased Lightnin' Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin' Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin' Lightnin', yeah