Well this car is automatic

It's systematic it's hydromatic

Why it's greased lightning

We'll get some overhead lifters

And four barrel quads oh yeah

Fuel injection cutoffs

And chrome plated rods oh yeah

With a four-speed on the floor

They'll be waiting at the door

You know that ain't no sh*t

We'll be getting lots of tit in Grease Lightning

Go grease lightning

You're burning up the quarter mile

Go grease lightning

You're coasting through the heat lap trial

You are supreme

The chicks'll cream for grease lightning

We'll get some purple French taillights

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 p**sy wagon

Grease lightning

Go grease lightning

You're burning up the quarter mile

Go grease lightning

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

Go grease lightning

You're coasting through the heat lap trial

You are supreme

The chicks'll cream for grease lightning

Lightning lightning lightning

Lightning lightning lightning lightning