Ryder: Why this car is automatic It's systematic It's hydromatic Why it's grease lightning (Sam: Grease lightning) We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads oh yeah
Sam: Keep talking whoa keep talking
Ryder: A fuel injection cutoff and chrome plated rods oh yeah
Sam: I'll get the money I'll kill to get the money
Ryder: With a four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no crap we'll be getting lots of that In Grease Lightning
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Ryder: Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Grease lightning go grease lightning
Ryder: Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Grease lightning go grease lightning
Ryder (New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike): You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Ryder: 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 bragging she's a real honey wagon Grease lightning
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Ryder: Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Grease lightning go grease lightning
Ryder: Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Grease lightning go grease lightning
Ryder (New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike): You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Ryder: Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Grease lightning go grease lightning
Ryder: Go grease lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial
Ryder (New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike): You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for grease lightning
New Direction Boys, Finn and Mike: Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Lightning