Verse 1 If you're headin' 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 Chorus Well, 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 Athen's Grease Verse 2 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 endin' Billy's still rockin' with a rack and pinion Long as that boy's at work, well he's right at home Back to Chorus Bridge Well, he's a rotatin,' lug nuttin,' Spark pluggin' good ole 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 Back to Chorus After Chorus Yeah, Georgia's never seen a man more at peace Than when Billy's got his hands in Athen's Grease Athen's grease, baby