Tres minutos en la vida: Greased lightning

Hoy es viernes. Como si tuviera escondido un ritmo musical las vocales del viernes van sonando dentro de mi y mueven mis pies rítmicamente. Miro a mi alrededor y nadie me mira. Parezco disimular mi alegría. Pero me pregunto cuanto tiempo resistiré sin subir a la mesa de mi trabajo y marcarme un "go grease lighting, go grease lighting..."

This car is automatic

systematic

hydromatic

why its a grease lightning (grease lightning)

We'll get some overhead lifters

and some four barrel quads oh yeah

(keep talking whoa keep talking)

fuel injection cutoffs and crome 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 waiting at the door

you know that i ain't braggin she's a real pussy wagon

grease lightning

go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile

grease lightning go grease lightning

go grease lightning you're coasting through the hit lap trial

grease lightning go grease lightning

you are supreme the chicks'll cream for greae lightning

go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go