Greased Lightnin' Lyrics - Westlife

Greased Lightnin' 

Shane: Why, this car is automatic 

Kian: It's systematic 

Shane: It's... hy-dromatic 

Bryan: Why, it's greased lightnin'! 

Shane: We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrell quads, oh 

yeah 

Kian: Keep talkin', woah keep talkin 

Shane: Fuel injection cut off, chrome plated rods, oh yeah 

Kian: I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money 

Mark: 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' 

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

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab 

trial 

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Nicky: You are supreme, the chicks'll scream 

For greased lightnin' 

Mark: We'll get some purple, French tail-lights and thirty inch 

fins, oh yeah 

Palomino dashboard, and duel muffler twins, oh yeah 

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

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

Greased lightnin' 

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

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab 

trial 

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Mark: You are supreme, the chicks'll scream 

For greased lightnin' 

*clap break* 

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

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab 

trial 

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Nicky: You are supreme, the chicks'll scream 

For greased lightnin' 

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

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Bryan: Go greased lightnin', you're cruisin' through the heat-lab 

trial 

(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin') 

Shane: You are supreme, the chicks'll cream 

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

Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin' 

Ye-ee-eah