When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house
I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home

I've never been out of Tulsa before
I wonder what it would be like
I've never known anybody to leave
Most people get stuck here for life
My brother could've been a football star
People say he had a ticket out
My other brother suffers from a broken heart
From a girl he loved who up and moved away

We got no parents, we fend for ourselves
There's no one to show us the way
My brothers are trying, but they're always out
Just working their poor lives away
My name is Ponyboy, the youngest of the three
I know there's so much more to life than what's in front of me
So I sneak into the movies just to glimpse the other side
Rather take a risk and see it than to never even try

When I am looking up and Newman's on the screen
The entire world just melts away
And for a moment I'm not worried 'bout a thing
I just sit back and let the movie start to play

But unlike in the movies and the books I like to read
Nothing in this town plays out the same
They tell me it was different back when we could all agree
Somewhere down the line we lost our way

We had places to go, we had things to do
So they took one town and they split it in two
All the money went west, take the grease to the east
And a train ran down the belly of the beast
Here we are now, I'm talkin' to you
When I get to the end, tell me what you would do
In the town that's torn in two
What's a Greaser from the eastside supposed to do?
This is

Tulsa, 1967
And there's just one thing you need to know
You got Greasers and Socs, that's how it's always been
And that's probably how it's always gonna go

There's another side of Tulsa that I hardly ever see
It's like some kind of fairytale land
The grass is always greener and the streets are always clean
All the girls are pretty there, and all the guys are mean
We call them Socs 'cause they live like Socialites
Barbeques and graduation days
With better clothes and better cars and better lives

Just one town, two very different ways

Over on the eastside, the story's not the same
Another rundown building, another broken window pane
The cars no longer runnin', sitting idle in the yard
They're building up the westside while the eastside falls apart

That right there's my best friend in the whole world: Johnny Cade
Just last week, some Socs beat the living hell out of him
Hasn't been the same since

This town, it only holds ya down, there's judgement everywhere
People think they know ya by the way you wear your hair

If you're not born into money, then you're born into despair

And they'll do all that they can to keep your poor ass there

We gave ourselves a name 'cause we don't have a lot
We stick together 'cause each other's all we got

We take a lot of pride in how we grease our hair
People look us up and down, and we don't even care
'Cause we're Greasers

Making something out of nothing, but it's something that a Soc ain't got

We are Greasers

Ain't never gonna change and it really don't matter if you like it or not

This is

Tulsa, 1967
And there's just one thing you need to know

Just one thing

You got Greasers and Socs, that's how it's always been

And that's probably how it's always gonna go

In the town that's torn in two

And that's probably how it's always gonna go

What's a Greaser from the eastside supposed to do?

And that's probably how it's always gonna go

Hey-ey-ey

That's probably how it's always gonna go