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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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