[Verse] Wahala dey in the garage, oil on my fingers, Bend over the engine, I’m the king of the splinters. Yellow overalls, look like I just rolled in the sun, But I’m dancing like nobody’s watching, baby, I’m done. [Pre-Chorus] Tighten the bolt, twist it slow, Wahala no dey stop me from my groove, oh no. One hand on the wrench, other hand up high— Street mechanic with the rhythm in my eye. [Chorus] Oil on my clothes, but I shine like gold, Dancing on the grease like a story told. From engine room to the party floor, I’m the man with the grease and the rhythm, more! Oil on my clothes, but I shine like gold, Dancing on the grease like a story told. From engine room to the party floor, I’m the man with the grease and the rhythm, more! [Verse] Bent the fender, but my steps still clean, Turned a muffler into a rhythm machine. Wife say, "Na you, make noise for street!" I just grin and say, "No problem, baby, I’m the beat!" [Pre-Chorus] Wrench in one hand, but I’m doing it right, Can’t stop the flow, can’t turn down the light. Bend my back, but my soul stay high— This oil stain is my signature, yeah, I’m fly. [Chorus] Oil on my clothes, but I shine like gold, Dancing on the grease like a story told. From engine room to the party floor, I’m the man with the grease and the rhythm, more! Oil on my clothes, but I shine like gold, Dancing on the grease like a story told. From engine room to the party floor, I’m the man with the grease and the rhythm, more! [Bridge] They say "Fix the car!" But I’m dancing on the frame, Oil stains my soul, but I’m free and I’m game. No need for a shine, I’m already lit— Street mechanic, and I’m always on the hit. [Outro] Oil on my clothes, but I shine like gold, Dancing on the grease, I’m the story told. From engine room to the party floor, I’m the man with the grease and the rhythm, more… More… More… Yeah.