You move around the party, walking tall You’ve gotta prove that you’re a man You grin and flex your muscles, strut your stuff Show off your tattoos and your tan Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you What makes you do the things you do Greaser boy, why can’t you see You are own worst enemy You single out a victim, a sacrifice For your macho mentality You do him in and leave him in agony Another senseless casualty Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you What makes you do the things you do Greaser boy, why can’t you see You are own worst enemy Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you What makes you do the things you do Greaser boy, why can’t you see You are own worst enemy You brag about your actions, spew verbal sh*t You think you’re much too big to fall But if by chance it happens and you’re alone Who’s going to answer when you call Greaser boy, what’s wrong with you What makes you do the things you do Greaser boy, why can’t you see You are own worst enemy Greaser boy Greaser boy Greaser boy Greaser boy Greaser boy Greaser boy Greaser boy Greaser boy