Westlife - Greased Lightning Lyrics
Lyrics Translation
Westlife’s song “Greased Lightning” is from the album Allow Us to Be Frank, released on November 1, 2004. It was written by Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey.
Song lyrics
[Shane:] Why, this car is automatic
[Kian:] It's systematic
[Shane:] It's...hydromatic
[Bryan:] Why, it's greased lightnin'!
[Shane:] We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
[Kian:] Keep talkin', whoa 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
[Kian:] You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real draggin' wagon
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'
[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'
Yeah