Grease Megamix Olivia Newton-John (Ft. John Travolta)

Why, this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why, it's Greased Lightnin'! (Greased Lightnin')

We'll get some overhead lifters, some four-barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talkin', whoa, 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 no shit
We'll be getting lots of tit
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 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 taillights and thirty-inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
With new piston, plugs and shocks
I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't braggin'
She's a real pussy wagon
Greased Lightnin'
(Go go go go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go)