Greased Lightning - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By: John Travolta & Jeff Conaway - Studio Group

: Why, this car is automatic*

It’s systematic

It’s…hy-dromatic

Why, it’s greased lightnin'!

We’ll get some overhead lifters and four barrell quads, oh yeah

Keep talkin', woah keep talkin

Fuel injection cut off, chrome plated rods, oh yeah

I’ll get the money, I’ll kill to get the money

With a four-speed on the floor, they’ll be waitin' at the door

You know without a doubt, we’ll be really makin' out

For greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

You are supreme, the chicks’ll scream

For greased lightnin'

We’ll get some purple, French tail-lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah

Palomino dashboard, and duel muffler twins, oh yeah

With new pistons, plugs and shocks, I can get it off my rocks

You know that I ain’t braggin', she’s a real draggin' waggon

Greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

You are supreme, the chicks’ll scream

For greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

You are supreme, the chicks’ll scream

For greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you’re burnin' up the quarter mile

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

Go greased lightnin', you’re cruisin' through the heat-lab trial

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

You are supreme, the chicks’ll cream

For greased lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'

Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin'

Ye-ee-eah