Grease Theme Ringtones

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

Dig dig deep for yourself Dig dig deep for your soul Dig dig deep the black abyss Dig dig deep for your own soul What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? Six dead horses chase you down Fourteen guns in your own town Thirteen men run after you Ten million babies your dad gave you Like the little beast in a smokened room Sat writhing in pain all afternoon Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface Like dark haired fears make their way to the surface What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? And you don't have to stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? Like the little beast in a smokened room Sat writhing in pain all afternoon Salt from his tears bringing the blood to the surface Like dark haired fears make their way to the surface Just the sight of the belt makes his kids start to sting Then one day we're feeling everything Trees outside weather the bark on the wood Like the callous on your heart dropped place where it stood What the hell's it mean? And I said, "Hey, you're looking at me." What the hell's it mean? And you don't have to stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand, stand by me And you don't have to stand

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

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...