Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Travolta
Lead Vocals
Jeff Conaway
Vocals
Grease Cast Ensemble
Chorus
Grease Orchestra (Original Soundtrack from The Motion Picture)
Orchestra
Ray Pizzi
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Jacobs
Songwriter
Warren Casey
Songwriter
John Farrar
Arranger
Louis St. Louis
Arranger
Michael Gibson
Arranger
Michael Melvoin
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis St. Louis
Producer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
David J. Holman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Well, this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's greased lightnin' (greased lightnin')
We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, woah, keep talking)
A 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 it ain't shit, we'll be gettin' lots of tit, greased lightnin'
(Go go go, go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go)
(Go) Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin')
(Go) Go, greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
(Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin')
You are supreme (ah-ah), the chicks'll cream (ah-ah), for greased lightnin'
(Go go go, go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go)
We'll get some purple pitched tail lights and 30 inch fins, oh yeah
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
A palomino dashboard and duel-muffler twins, oh yeah
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
With new boosters (ah), plates and shocks, I can get off my rocks (ah)
You know that I ain't braggin' (ah), she's a real pussy wagon, greased lightnin' (ah)
(Go go go, go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go)
(Go) Go, greased lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin')
(Go) Go, greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
(Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin')
You are supreme (ah-ah), the chicks'll cream (ah-ah), for greased lightnin'
(Go go go, go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go)
(Go) Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin')
(Go) Go, greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials
(Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin')
You are supreme (ah-ah), the chicks'll cream (ah-ah), for greased lightnin'
(Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin')
(Lightnin', lightnin', lightnin', lightnin')
Writer(s): Warren Casey, Jim Jacobs
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