1.Hopelessly Devoted To You
Lyricist：John Farrar
Writer(s)：John Farrar
Guess mine is not the first heart broken,
My eyes are not the first to cry.
I'm not the first to know
There's just no getting over you.
I know I'm just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you.
But, baby can't you see
There's nothing else for me to do？
I'm hopelessly devoted to you.
But now,
There's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside.
I'm not in my head, hopelessly devoted to you,
Hopelessly devoted to you,
Hopelessly devoted to you.
My head is saying Fool! Forget him
My heart is saying, Don't let go
Hold on to the end,
That's what I intend to do.
I'm hopelessly devoted to you.
But now,
There's nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside.
I'm not in my head, hopelessly devoted to you,
Hopelessly devoted to you,
Hopelessly devoted to you.
2.Born To Hand Jive
Lyricist：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Writer(s)：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Before I was born late one night,
My papa said everything's alright.
The doctor paid, my mama laid down,
With a stomach bouncing all around
'cause the bebop stork was about to arrive,
Mama gave birth to the hand-jive.
I could barely walk when I milked a cow
When I was three, I pushed a plow.
While chopping wood I moved my legs,
And they saw me dancing while I gathered eggs.
The downfall cracked, I was only five
I'll dance em' all
'He's a born a hand-jive!'
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah - everybody!
Born to hand-jive, baby,
Born to hand-jive baby- yeah!
How low can you go？
How low can you go？
How low can you go？
How low can you go？
Higher, higher, higher and higher
Now can you hand-jive, baby？
Oh can you hand-jive, baby？
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Born to hand-jive, oh yeah!
3.Greased Lightning
Lyricist：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Writer(s)：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning)
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads
oh yeah
Keep talking whoa keep talking
A fuel injection cutoff and chrome 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 ain't no crap we'll be getting lots of that
In 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 heat lap trial
Grease lightning go grease lightning
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for
grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
We'll get some purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins
oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins
oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real honey wagon
Grease lightning
Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
Grease lightning go grease lightning
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
Grease lightning go grease lightning
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) for
grease lightning
New Direction Boys and Mike：
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 lighting you're coasting through the hit lap trial
You are supreme (Oh oh!) the chicks'll scream (Oh oh!) grease
lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning
Yeah!
4.Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee
Lyricist：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Writer(s)：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee,
Lousy with virginity,
Won't go to bed 'till I'm legally wed,
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee.
Watch it! Hey, I'm Doris Day,
I was not brought up that way.
Won't come across,
Even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day.
I don't drink (no)
Or swear (no)
I don't rat my hair (eew).
I get ill from one cigarette,
(cough, cough, cough)
Keep your filthy paws
Off my silky draws.
Would you pull that crap with Annette？
As for you Troy Donahue,
I know what you wanna do.
You've got your crust,
I'm no object of lust,
I'm just plain Sandra Dee.
Elvis, Elvis, let me be!
Keep that pelvis far from me!
Just keep your cool
Now you're starting to drool.
Hey Fongool, I'm Sandra Dee!
5.Beauty School Drop Out
Lyricist：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Writer(s)：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Your story's sad to tell,
A teenage never do well,
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block.
Your future's so unclear now,
What's left of your career now？
Can't even get a trade in on your smile.
Beauty school dropout,
No graduation day for you.
Beauty school dropout,
Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo.
Well at least you could have taken time
To wash and clean your clothes up,
After spending all that dough
To have the doctor fix your nose up.
Baby get moving,
Why keep your feeble hopes alive？
What are you proving？
You've got the dream but not the drive.
If you go for your diploma,
You could join a steno pool.
Turn in your teasing comb
And go back to high school.
Beauty school dropout,
Hanging around the corner store.
Beauty school dropout,
It's about time you knew the score.
Well, they couldn't teach you anything,
You think you're such a looker,
But no customer would go to you
Unless she was a hooker!
Baby don't sweat it,
You're not cut out to hold a job.
Better forget it,
Who wants their hair done by a slob？
Now your bangs are curled,
Your lashes whirled,
But still the world is cruel.
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school.
Baby don't blow it,
Don't put my good advice to shame.
Baby you know it,
Even Dear Abby say the same.
Now I've called the shot, get off the block,
I really gotta fly.
Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky.
Beauty school dropout
Go back to high school.
Beauty school dropout
Go back to high school.
Beauty school dropout
Go back to high school.
6.Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee(Reprise)
Lyricist：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Writer(s)：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Look at me
There has to be
Something more than what they see
Wholesome and pure
Oh so scared and unsure
A poor man's Sandra Dee
Sandy, you must start anew
Don't you know what you must do？
Hold your head high, take a deep breath and sigh
Good bye to Sandra Dee
7.There Are Worse Things I Could Do(feat. Kate Hudson)
Lyricist：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Writer(s)：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.
Even though the neighborhood
Thinks I'm trashy and no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.
I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through,
That's a thing I'd never do.
I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won't come true.
I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I don't steal and I don't lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I'll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That's the worst thing I could do.
8.You're The One That I Want
Lyricist：John Farrar
Writer(s)：John Farrar
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,
(you are the one i want), o,o, oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want want), o,o, ooooo
The one I need,
Oh, yes indeed.
If you're filled
With affection
You're too shy to convey,
Meditate in 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,
(you are the one i want want), o, o, oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want),o, o, oo
The one I need.
Oh, yes indeed.
You're the one that I want,
(you are the one i want want), o, o, oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want),o, o, oo
The one I need.
Oh, yes indeed.
You're the one that I want,
(you are the one i want want), o, o, oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.
The one that I want,
(you are the one i want),o, o, oo
The one I need.
Oh, yes indeed.
You're the one that I want.
9.Summer Nights
Lyricist：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
Writer(s)：Jim JacobsWarren Casey
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？
aha, do, aha, do, aha
she swam by me, she got a cramp
he went by me, got my suit damp
i saved her life, she nearly drowned
he showed off, 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 fling don't mean a thing,
but uh-oh those summer nights
tell me more, tell me more,
but you don't gotta brag
tell me more, tell me more,
cause he sounds like a drag
he got friendly, holdin' my hand
well she got friendly, down in the sand
he was sweet, just turned eighteen.
well she was good, you know what i mean.
summer heat, boy and girl meet,
but uh-oh those summer nights.
tell me more, tell me more,
how much dough did he spend？
tell me more, tell me more,
could she get me a friend？
summer dreams ripped at the seams,
but oh, those summer nights.
tell me more, tell me more.
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