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Hear ye, hear ye As the gloopiest, gooiest, grimiest grease in the land Lubricates our finest automobiles Assembly lines, and fried chicken dinners Let it be known that Ponyboy Curtis Of the East Side of Tulsa, Oklahoma Is about to be officially lubed up And added to the ranks of Greasers all over the globe Ponyboy, I think it's time you learn That grease isn't given, its something that you earn Some of us are smooth like James Dean Some of us are cold and a little more mean Time to be tough and quick on your feet There ain't no way a boy can make it out on the street Unless you're mean as a fighter and you're sharp as a blade Play it cool, little brother, and you'll have it made No, we ain't got money, but we got something to prove You're a Greaser now and you ain't going back You're an eastbound train on a greased-up track Let it be known that the grease got a hold on you G is for getting a lick and not giving A shit 'cause you're tough on the chin R is for your reputation because if you lose it then you'll never win E is to even the score when The Socs come at you with all that they got A: you're an animal, S: you've got stamina, E is embracing your lot No, no, its' not about getting your licks It's about licking your gets Chicks love a busted-up face G is for getting the girls every time 'Cause you got irresistible charm R is for reeling them in and then Keeping the prettiest one on your arm E is for effortless swagger, the kind that the ladies can never deny A for affected but not too selective, and E is for catching their eye It ain't just about busting heads and chasing tail Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the motor oil Show us how it's done then, Einstein! I might not be the sharpest tack in the box I'm a latchkey kid, but they keep changing the locks I ain't no sweet-talkin' Romeo but I can fight You better bet your life So play it mean as a fighter and be sharp as a blade Play it cool, little brother, and you'll have it made No, we ain't got money, but we got something to prove You're a Greaser now and you ain't going back You're an eastbound train on a greased-up track Let it be known that the grease got a hold on you Being a greaser is playing your hand Even when there's no way you can win It's proving them wrong even when They've decided the winner before you begin It's about overcoming and beating the odds It's fighting for all that you got There'll always be haves You better be sure that the haves'll make sure you have not So Ponyboy, I think it's time you learn What? You wanna be James Dean? You're gonna crash and burn You gotta set your sights on something more You wanna be a fighter? Then know just what you're fighting for Speakin' 'o which, I gotta go pick up my paycheck You make sure he gets his ass home, Soda, straight home (I love you, Superman!) You wanna be tough, you better listen to me I've seen it all, I've lived a life on the street I'll teach you everything you need to know on how to survive You're a grease for life So play it mean as a fighter and be sharp as a blade Play it cool, little brother, and you'll have it made No, we ain't got money, but we got something to prove You're a Greaser now and you ain't going back You're an eastbound train on a greased-up track Let it be known that the grease got a hold on you Little brother, now you're on your way Let it be known that the grease got a hold on you Little brother now is bound to stay Let it be known that the grease got a hold on you On you ย