Grease Song Lyrics

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

Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

Now we cooking with grease

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

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

Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

Now we cooking with grease

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, 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



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