If you lined up all the good books that I've read in my life,
And asked for my opinion: Which caused the most internal strife?
I'd point out the sunset, and the blue Mustang down the way,
And say, "That's an easy decision;
One that's not too tuff for me!
And I'm proud to say that I'm a greaser,
Keep my hair slicked back all the way
And I won't forget Johnny, who died,
And always gold I'll stay
So I'll take this hair grease, leather jacket,
And I'll proudly say:
That I won't forget the Outsiders' way–
God bless O-K-L-A!"