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Westlife - Greased Lightnin' Lyrics



Westlife - Greased Lightnin' Lyrics




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'



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
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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'



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
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Writer: Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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