Athens Grease Lyrics

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 Woolworth

Billy 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 Pica*so 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

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