You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you.

He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday.

You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

Get smart and nothing can touch you.

Okay greasers,you've had it.

I gotta cut smoking or I'll never make track next year

I didn't think much about that statement then. But later I would-I still do. I think about it and think about it until I think I'm going crazy.