Grease - Grease Medley (Key: OR Bmin)

Title: Grease Medley
Format: MP3 Backing Track - Instrumental - Karaoke
Created in the style of: Grease
Genre: Movie, Musical & Soundtrack; Rock & Soft Rock; Group & Choir; Medley/Mashup
Language: English
Era: 1970s
Key: OR Bmin
Backing vocals: No
Lyrics: Yes
 
GREASE

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 to far
We start believing now that we can be what 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 feel
Grease is the word
 
Grease is the word
It's got groove it's got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
 
SUMMER NIGHTS
 
Summer lovin' had me a blast
Summer lovin', happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me
I met a boy, cute as can be
Summer days driftin' away
To uh-oh those summer nights
 
Tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far?
Tell me more, tell me more, like, does he have a car?
 
She stood by me, she got a cramp
He went by me, got my suit damp
I saved her life, she nearly drowned
He showed up, 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?
 
Took her bowlin' in the Arcade
We went strollin', drank lemonade
We made out under the dock
We stayed up until ten o'clock
Summer thing don't mean a thing
But uh-oh those summer nights
 
GREASED LIGHTNIN'
 
We'll get some overhead lifters, and four barrel pods, oh yeah
Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin'
Fuel injection cut off, and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
I'll get the money, I'll see you get the money
With a four-speed on the floor, we'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't s--- when we'll be gettin' lots of tit
Greased lightnin'
 
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mound
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin', you're crossin' through the hitblast chound
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin'
 
We'll get some purple pitched tailpipes and thirty inch danes, oh, yeah
A palomina dashboard and duel muffin' twins, oh yeah
With my booster plates and shocks, I can get her on my rocks
You know that I ain't braggin', she's a real pusher wagon
Greased lightnin'
 
Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mound
Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'
Go, greased lightnin', you're crossin' through the hitblast chound
Grease d lightnin', go greased lightnin'
You are supreme, the chicks'll cream for greased lightnin'
 
YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT
 
I got chills
They’re multiplying
And I’m losing control
´Cause the power you’re supplying
It’s electrifying!

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
Nothing left
Nothing left for me to do

You’re the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes indeed

If you’re filled
With affection
You’re to shy to convey
Better take my direction
Feel your way

I better shape up
´Cause you need a man
I need a man
Who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up
If I’m gonna prove
You better prove
That my faith is justified
Are you sure
Yes I’m sure down deep inside

You’re the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes indeed
 
Composer: JIM JACOBS/WARREN CASEY (CHAPPELL MORRIS)