Lainey Wilson locks in the sound of Bell Bottom Country for fans with her live performance of her barn-burning track “Grease” last night at the 2023 ACM Awards. Enjoy the rewatch right here and be ready to party to this track all summer long!
Grease Lyrics performed by Lainey Wilson:
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 (yeah)
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 (I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Let’s slow it down, let me help ya
Button down that blue collar (come on)
Boy, your touch is burning up
You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
Got me saying hallelujah (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 (woo)
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol’ hound dog (yeah)
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, I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
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 (woo)
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas (yeah)
Yeah, we on to something, won’t ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle it)
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
Yeah, we cooking with grease
(Do do do do do do, do do do do do do, do do do do do do)
I ain’t talking about no Crisco
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Andrew Petroff / Jessi Alexander / Lainey Wilson
Grease lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc