You Know The Rules. No Jazz Before

We Couldn't Get Along Without Him. We Needed Johnny As Much As He Needed The Gang. And For The Same Reason.

Things Were Rough All Over, But It Was Better That Way. That Way You Could Tell The Other Guy Was Human Too.

You Get Tough Like Me And You Don't Get Hurt. You Look Out For Yourself And Nothin' Can Touch You.

You Take Up For Your Buddies, No Matter What They Do. When You're A Gang, You Stick Up For The Members. If You Don't Stick Up For Them, Stick Together, Make Like Brothers, It Isn't A Gang Anymore. It's A Pack. A Snarling, Distrustful, Bickering Park Like The Socs In Their Social Clubs Or The Street Gangs In New York Or The Wolves In The Timber.

All My Life I Wanted Somebody Who Knew More Than I Did To Tell Me The Truth.