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John Travolta & Olivia Newton John - The Grease Mega Mix
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Travolta
John Travolta
Performer
Olivia Newton-John
Olivia Newton-John
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Farrar
John Farrar
Composer
Jim Jacobs
Jim Jacobs
Composer
Warren Casey
Warren Casey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Curnow
Ian Curnow
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well this car is automatic, it's systematic, it's hydromantic Why it's greased lightning Greased lightning (greased lightning) I got chills They're multiplying And I'm losing control 'Cause the power You are supplying It's electrifying (electrifying) You better shape up (do-do-do) 'Cause I need a man (do-do-do) And my heart is set on you (and my heart is set on you) You better shape up (do-do-do) You better understand (do-do-do) To my heart I must be true (do-do-do) Nothin' left, nothing left for me to do (You're the one that I want) you are the one i want (ooh, ooh, ooh) (You're the one that I want) you are the one i want (ooh, ooh, ooh) (You're the one that I want) you are the one i want (ooh, ooh, ooh) The one I need (the one I need) Oh, yes, indeed Why it's greased lightning Greased lightning We'll get some overhead lifters And four barrel quads, oh yeah Keep talking, whoa, keep talking 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 waiting at the door You know that I ain't bragging She's a real pussy wagon-greased lightning (Go, go, go) (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go) Go, greased lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile (Greased lightning, go, greased lightning) Go, greased lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trials (Greased lightning, go, greased lightning) You are supreme (oh-oh) The chicks'll cream (oh-oh) For greased lightning (go, go, go) We'll get some purple french tail Lights and 30-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 bragging She's a real pussy wagon Greased lightning (go, go, go) (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go) Summer loving, had me a blast Summer loving, happened so fast I met a girl crazy for me Met a boy cute as can be Summer days drifting away (summer days drifting away) To uh-oh those summer nights (oh-well, oh-well, oh-well, huh) Tell me more, tell me more Did you get very far? Tell me more, tell me more Like does he have a car? Ah ha (tu-du) Ah ha (tu-du) Ah ha (tu-du-du-du-du) She swam by me, she got a cramp (ah ha-tudu, ah ha-tudu, ah ha-tudududu) He ran by me, got my suit damp (ah ha-tudu, ah ha-tudu, ah ha-tudududu) I saved her life, she nearly drowned (ah ha-tudu, ah ha-tudu, ah ha-tudududu) He showed off, splashing around (wa-pa-pa, wa-pa-pa) Summer sun, something's begun But uh-oh, those summer nights (oh-well, oh-well, oh-well, huh) Tell me more, tell me more Was it love at first sight? Tell me more, tell me more Did she put up a fight? It turned colder, that's where it ends So I told her we'd still be friends Then we made our true love vow Wonder what she's doing now Summer dreams ripped at the seams But, oh Those summer nights (tell me more, tell me more)
Writer(s): John Clifford Farrar, Warren Casey, Jim Jacobs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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