Grease Got a Hold

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