In the open lot there will soon be
A war fought by teenagers,
A war that will decide who is the best.
Greaser or Soc?
We fight for the Glory
To end all the jumping
And to show the Socs
That we are not trash
No weapons aloud.
Just skin fighting here.
A true battle of strength.
Who will win?
Excitement rise from the Greasers
As the mustangs and madras show up.
And the preppy and well-dressed boys step out.
Get ready to fight.
Punches are thrown
Hard at my face
It only took a second
For the Rumble to begin.
A sharp pain in on my cheek
And sting in my mouth.
Kicking and scratching and punching,
All the Socs I can.
How long has it been?
We are still in the fight.
The Socs are getting tired
And all running away!
Victory is ours!!
The Greasers prevail.
Now lets go celebrate
And rest for a bit.
