Some they’re good with numbers
And some they’re good with words
Then there’s us poor old dumb ens’
We’re always getting deferred
Some they get all the breaks
Others fighting for attention
Just like me and my stupid mistakes
They’re gonna wind up in detention
Reading dusty old books from dusty old shelves Run Baby Run The Outsiders
The pages reflect the faces of ourselves
An’ the switch-blades that divide us
the outsiders
‘Cept for the dreamers and the poets
And the Preachers not afraid to share
Cos though they don’t always know it
Some Greasers don’t dig the hair
Oh no, some Greasers don’t dig the hair
‘Cos, I gotta handful of nothing, an’ a heart full of hope
A head full of somethin’, sort of superdope
Dreams full of livin’, gotta make ‘em come true
Dreams always bring me closer to you
Even though I’m the Outsider
One day I am gonna find ya’
‘Just heard, Eddie got in to Exeter
An’ Lilly got in to Bath
All I got is the Uni of Life
So I guess they’re havin the laugh
Teacher’s pet don’t sweat the day
Postman brings their grades
With each bright star that gets an ‘A’
Another Outsider fades
But see it ain’t always the Soc’s blame
It’s just the way it’s been for years
Those who deal in this bitter game
They trump the blood, the sweat, the tears
Poor old me feeling sorry in my soul
Well I gotta change how the story ends
a Jack to a King I’m changing my goal
and I’m telling you my friend
Oh yeah, I’m a ‘telling you my friend
‘Cos, I gotta handful of nothing, an’ a heart full of hope
A head full of somethin’, sort of superdope
Dreams full of livin’, gotta make ‘em come true
Dreams always bring me closer to you
Even though I’m the Outsider
One day I am gonna find ya’
These lyrics are about...dreaming of something better, centred around social class divides, & S E Hinton's - ''The Outsiders'; & the testimony of Nicky Cruz, wm
