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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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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