Athens Grease Lyrics - American Child - Phil Vassar

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 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