I solve my problems, and I see the light We got a lovin' thing, we gotta feed it right There ain't no danger we can go too far We start believing now that we can be who we are Grease is the word They think our love is just a growing pain Why don't they understand, it's just a crying shame Their lips are lying, only real is real We stop the fight right now, we got to be what we feel Grease is the word (Grease is the word, is the word that you heard) It's got a groove, it's got a meaning Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion Grease is the way we are feeling We take the pressure and we throw away Conventionality belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far We start believing now that we can be who we are Grease is the word (Grease is the word, is the word that you heard) It's got a groove, it's got a meaning Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion Now, grease is the way we are feeling This is a life of illusion Wrapped up in trouble (trouble) Laced with confusion What we doing here? We take the pressure and we throw away Conventionality belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far We start believing now that we can be who we are Grease is the word (Grease is the word, is the word that you heard) It's got a groove, it's got a meaning Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion Now, grease is the way we are feeling (Grease is the word, is the word that you heard) It's got a groove, it's got a meaning (That's a Groove, a meaning) Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion Now, grease is the way we are feeling Grease is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word Is the word...

We've been here before In a gravel lot By the back door We move the same And we say the same things And the same song plays on the radio Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago What happens to youth? What happened to truth? What happened to me? This song won't change a thing No, but the people want it all The dancing bear, the bouncing ball Oh, I hope they want it all Or the same song plays on the radio Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old And the highways take a toll Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa

C'mon It's been a long, hot summer For a hard-working John Deere man You're real tired, well, no wonder 'Cause you earned that farmer's tan While I been working in the garden You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea Well, look at what ya started All because you got a little thirsty Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet Smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Let's slow it down, let me help ya Button down that blue collar Boy, your touch is burning up You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah) Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do But that hat turned back and them kisses like that Make it real hard to keep it cool Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Come on Woo It's getting hot in here You know who's bringing home the bacon Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease Yeah, we cooking with grease I ain't talking about no Crisco

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 supplyin 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), o, o, o, honey The one that I want (You are the one i want), o, o, o, honey The one that I want (You are the one i want), o, o, o The one I need Oh, yes indeed Why it's greased lightnin We'll get some overhead lifters, and some 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 I ain't braggin', she's a real pussy wagon-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', she's a real pussy wagon - greased lightnin Summer lovin' Had me a blast Summer lovin' Happened so fast I met a girl crazy for me Met a boy cute as can be Summer days drifting away, to uh-oh those summer nights Well-a well-a well-a huh Tell me more, tell me more Did you get very far? Tell me more, tell me more Like does he have a car? She swam by me, she got a cramp He ran by me, got my suit damp I saved her life, she nearly drowned He showed off, splashing around Summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those summer nights 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