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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Lance Ellington
Lance Ellington
Canto
Graham Walker
Graham Walker
Dirección
Derek Watkins
Derek Watkins
Trompeta
John Barclay
John Barclay
Trompeta
Guy Barker
Guy Barker
Trompeta
Pete Beachill
Pete Beachill
Trombón tenor
Richard Edwards
Richard Edwards
Trombón tenor
Dave Stewart
Dave Stewart
Trombón bajo
Jamie Talbot
Jamie Talbot
Saxofón tenor
Pat Clahar
Pat Clahar
Saxofón tenor
Phil Todd
Phil Todd
Saxofón barítono
Richard Cottle
Richard Cottle
Órgano
Mike Moran
Mike Moran
Piano
Chris Cawte
Chris Cawte
Guitarra
Gilson Lavis
Gilson Lavis
Batería
Dave Bronze
Dave Bronze
Bajo
Keith Murrell
Keith Murrell
Voces de fondo
Mick Mullins
Mick Mullins
Voces de fondo
Peter Howarth
Peter Howarth
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jim Jacobs
Jim Jacobs
Autoría
Warren Casey
Warren Casey
Autoría
Chris Cawte
Chris Cawte
Arreglista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Graham Walker
Graham Walker
Producción
Peter Cobbin
Peter Cobbin
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

Why this car is automatic
It's systematic, it's hydromatic
It's greased lightnin'
We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
A fuel injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waitin' at the door
You know it'll be a hit when you get right into it, greased lightnin'
Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, greased lightnin'
We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
A palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
With new pistons, plugs and shocks I'll be dancing till I rock
You know that I ain't braggin', I'm just into hot rod riding, greased lightnin'
(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 coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, my greased lightnin'
Oh yeah, greased lightnin', yeah
Go, go, go, greased lightnin'
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waitin' at the door
You know it'll be a hit when you get right into it, greased lightnin'
Go
Oh yeah, go, alright
We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
A palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
With new pistons, plugs and shocks I'll be dancing till I rock
You know that I ain't braggin', I'm just into hot rod riding, greased lightnin'
Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, my greased lightnin'
Greased lightnin', yeah
Written by: Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey
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