You'Re The One That I Want (From “Grease”)
John Travolta
2:50Well, 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, whoa, keep talking A fuel injection cutoff 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 ain't no shit We'll be getting lots of tits in Greased Lightnin' 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, Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin' You are supreme (oh-oh), the chicks'll cream (oh-oh) 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 Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh With new pistons, plugs, and shocks, I can get off my rocks (oh, oh) You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real pussy wagon (oh, oh) Greased Lightnin' 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, Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin' You are supreme (oh-oh), the chicks'll cream (oh-oh) For Greased Lightnin' 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, Greased Lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trials Greased Lightnin', go, Greased Lightnin' You are supreme (oh-oh), the chicks'll cream (oh-oh) For Greased Lightnin' (Lightnin', Lightnin', Lightnin') Lightnin', Lightnin', Lightnin', Lightnin' Lightnin'