[Verse 1: Rockabilly male lead, fast snappy drums, thumping upright bass, hiccuping rockabilly vocal] Out on Highway 9 there's a truck stop called Dot's Cherry pie and coffee and a gravel parkin' lot In the back there is a table with a dent worn deep And Big Earl sittin' at it like a bull half asleep Nine years undefeated with his forearms like a ham Truckers lined up three deep sayin' Earl, you the man I'm a skinny little cat with a pompadour high Ninety pounds of hair grease and a twinkle in my eye I been crankin' on my hot rod every mornin' with a wrench Got a grip just like a vise and a stare that makes you flinch [Hook: Rockabilly male lead, full band, hollered rockabilly hook] Little bit of elbow grease, daddy-o Plant it on the table, grab a hand and don't let go Hot rod heart and a pompadour high Little bit of elbow grease'll take a big man down to size [Verse 2: Rockabilly male lead, twangy lead guitar, hiccuping rockabilly vocal] So I sat down across from him and the whole place froze Dot dropped a plate and a trucker spilled his coffee on his clothes Earl looked at me like I was somethin' stuck on his shoe Said boy, I'll fold you up and mail you back to Kalamazoo Grip, set, go, and his arm's a brick wall I'm shakin' like a jalopy and I'm sweatin' through it all Five minutes, ten minutes, and my hair begins to droop But I'm grinnin' at the big man and he's red as tomato soup Fifteen minutes in I feel his elbow start to slide And I give it everything I got from the hot rod deep inside [Hook: Rockabilly male lead, full band, hollered rockabilly hook] Little bit of elbow grease, daddy-o Plant it on the table, grab a hand and don't let go Hot rod heart and a pompadour high Little bit of elbow grease'll take a big man down to size [Bridge: Rockabilly male lead, table slam, the band chokes on one huge hit like a fist on the table, then roars back] Down goes Earl, bam, and the table takes the hit Whole truck stop hollerin' and the truckers throwin' fits I'm up on the counter with my pompadour flyin' Wavin' at the waitresses while Earl is nearly cryin' Then a little old lady puts her cherry pie away Rolls a sleeve up slowly, Earl's my grandson, hon, let's play Ninety years old with a hairnet on I sat back down and, cat, before I blinked my arm was gone Knuckles on the table and the whole room laughin' loud She picks her pie back up and says elbow grease, and bows [Hook: Rockabilly male lead, full band, hollered rockabilly hook] Little bit of elbow grease, daddy-o Plant it on the table, grab a hand and don't let go Hot rod heart and a pompadour high Little bit of elbow grease'll take a big man down to size [Outro: Rockabilly male lead, twangy lead guitar, rockabilly hiccup] Out on Highway 9 there's a truck stop called Dot's Granny's undefeated and I'm washin' all the pots [End]
