Well his house was nothin' more than a big junkyard   A retirement home for old lawnmowers and them blocked up rusty cars   He couldnt read or write a word and he stu-stuttered when he spoke   But he was Albert Einstein when it came to them nuts and bolts   Everybody called him Greasy but his real name was Bert   At least that's what it said on his blue Sonoko shirt   He kept a Maytag full of Millers in the shade of a cottonwood   Lord he loved to pop a top just like he loved to pop a hood      CHORUS:   He was the world's greatest shade tree mechanic    He fixed outboards, cars and toasters and worn out winter fans   No job was too big on the planet   for the world's greatest shade tree mechanic      Old Greasy died one mornin adoin' what he loved best   He didnt have him no will but we all knew his last request   So we put his toolbox in the trunk and him behind the wheel   And sent him off to heaven in a Goodyear Boneville      CHORUS   Now when he wasnt snoozin' in his hammock   He was the greatest shade tree mechanic      Take it easy Greasy