She Left Me for a Grease Monkey - Rockabilly Song

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. #rockabella #rockabillylife #rockabilly #rockandroll #psychobilly 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