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She Left Me for a Grease Monkey is an original rockabilly song in an retro, vintage rock and roll style. It tells the story of a rockabella leaving her man for a mechanic.

Classic car, rockabilly vibes with a tale of heartbreak.

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Lyrics:

I bought her roses, she bought spark plugs
I said, “Darlin’, I love you” — she said, “No, hugs!”
He’s got oil on his hands, wrenches in his hair
And I’m sittin’ at home, pullin’ out my chair

Tried to look tough in my leather shoes
She laughed at my jacket, said, “Honey, you lose”
Every car I own, she says “It ain’t got soul”
While he’s tuning carburetors, achieving his goal

I mop the floor and I wash my face
But I can’t compete with a man who loves grease

She left me for a grease monkey, can you believe?
I’ve got clean shoes, he’s got oil up his sleeve
Said he’d fix her carburetor, tighten up her spark
And I’m sittin’ in the dark, just singin’ the lonesome part
Yeah, she left me for a grease monkey, my heart’s a mess
I’m wearin’ plaid and sorrow, he’s wearin’ overalls and success
I could sing the blues, I could throw a fit
But I know that grease monkey’s got a tighter grip

He’s got a toolbox like a knight’s sword
Every time she smiles, she’s callin’ his lord
I try to flirt, I try to shine
But he fixes engines and I fix wine

Mama said, “Child, don’t you cry”
I said, “Mama, I got an oil-stained guy”
He revs a V-8 and she swoons away
While I’m stuck humming a sad cabaret

She left me for a grease monkey, can you believe?
I’ve got clean shoes, he’s got oil up his sleeve
Said he’d fix her carburetor, tighten up her spark
And I’m sittin’ in the dark, just singin’ the lonesome part
Yeah, she left me for a grease monkey, my heart’s a mess
I’m wearin’ plaid and sorrow, he’s wearin’ overalls and success
I could sing the blues, I could throw a fit
But I know that grease monkey’s got a tighter grip

I could polish my Chevy, wash the tires
I could light up the jukebox, play the fires
But no matter what I do, no matter what I say
She’s laughin’ at my hair and drivin’ him away

I might get back in a year or two
She might tire of him and come back too
But till then I’ll sing, I’ll stomp, I’ll play
“Grease monkey blues” is my heart’s highway

She left me for a grease monkey, can you believe?
I’ve got clean shoes, he’s got oil up his sleeve
Said he’d fix her carburetor, tighten up her spark
And I’m sittin’ in the dark, just singin’ the lonesome part
Yeah, she left me for a grease monkey, my heart’s a mess
I’m wearin’ plaid and sorrow, he’s wearin’ overalls and success
I could sing the blues, I could throw a fit
But I know that grease monkey’s got a tighter grip

So if you see her cruisin’ down Main Street
With wrenches in her hand and a cheeky beat
Remember me, singin’ all alone
While grease monkey loves her — and I moan