Sanoja: Olivia Newton-John. Gold. Grease Megamix.

Well, this car is automatic
It's systematic, it's hydromatic
Why it's greased lightnin'

I got chills
They're multiplyin'
And I'm losin' control
'Cause the power
You're suplyin'
It's electrifyin'

You better shape up
'Cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you

You better shape up
You better understand
To my heart I must be true

Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do

You're the one that I want
(You are the one I want)
Oo, oo, ooo, honey
The one that I want
(You are the one I want)

Oo, oo, ooo, honey
The one that I want
You, oo, oo, ooo
(You are the one I want)
The one I need, oh, yes indeed

Why it's greased lightnin'

We'll get some overhead lifters
And four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin'
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 ain't shit when we'll be gettin'
Lots of tit in greased lightnin'

Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin', you're coastin' through the heat lap trials
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin'

We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty 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 braggin', shh