The Grease Megamix - John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John

Well, this car is automatic

It’s systematic, it’s hydromatic

Why it’s greased lightnin'

I got chills

They’re multiplyin'

And I’m losin' control

'Cause the power

You’re suplyin'

It’s electrifyin'

You better shape up

'Cause I need a man

And my heart is set on you

You better shape up

You better understand

To my heart I must be true

Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do

You’re the one that I want

(You are the one I want)

Oo, oo, ooo, honey

The one that I want

(You are the one I want)

Oo, oo, ooo, honey

The one that I want

You, oo, oo, ooo

(You are the one I want)

The one I need, oh, yes indeed

Why it’s greased lightnin'

We’ll get some overhead lifters

And four barrel quads, oh yeah

Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin'

Fuel injection cut off, and 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 that ain’t shit when we’ll be gettin'

Lots of tit in greased lightnin'

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

Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin', you’re coastin' through the heat lap trials

Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'

You are supreme, the chicks’ll cream for greased lightnin'

We’ll get some purple French tail lights 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 braggin', shh