Athens Grease

Ooh, alright

If you're heading south on

Georgia one twenty-nine

Straight into

Athens past the

Clark county line

There's an old

Texaco right across

From the Athens

WoolworthBilly

Joe Taylor's underneath that lift

There ain't a car on the planet that he can't fix

He swears on his chrome-plated ratchet

That his heaven on earth

For he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten

Or an old nash rambler top out at one-fifty

Georgia's never seen a man more at peace

Than when

Billy's got his hands in

Athens grease, oh yeah

Six days a week, he's a man on a mission

He's the Redneck

Picasso of the manual transmission

And the only man in town who can make

Charlie Vincent's van go

When the sun goes down

And the day is ending

Billy's still rocking with a rack and pinion

Long as that boy's at work, well he's right at home

For he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten

Or an old nash rambler top out at one-fifty

Georgia's never seen a man more at peace

Than when

Billy's got his hands in

Athens grease

Well, he's a rotating, lug nutting spark plugging good old boy

With his name on his shirt

And Thelma

Lou Taylor likes to hang out at the station'

Cause she loves to watch him work, yeah

For he can make a rusty muffler purr like a kitten

Or an old nash rambler top out at one-fifty

Georgia's never seen a man more at peace

Than when

Billy's got his hands in

Athens grease

Yeah, Georgia's never seen a man more at peace

Than when

Billy's got his hands in

Athens grease

Yeah oh yeah,

Athens grease