The Rumble In a Greaser's Eyes

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.