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