Well don't you know I'm number one in this townnBut I don't mind when the girls like another guy's stylenBut the word was on the street from the Rebel Rock InsidernThere's a new kid hanging round and he calls himself the SpidernAnd the girls know DeNiro is a tolerant mannTo all the local gangs I know I like to lend a helping handnBut things were getting kind of crazy and the only choice I sawnWas a drag race at the point, we've got to lay down the lawnAnd the moon was shining high above Rebel Point that nightnAs Spider's Chevy slowly topped the hill yeah yeahnHe stepped out on the curb and leaned real casual on the hoodnSaid 'some guys have been hanging round, look like they're up to no good'nAnd he seemed the kind of cat who liked to play it straightnI took him at his word and said 'Let's get on with the race'nWe jumped behind the wheels and dropped the lights down lownJust as the Giant raised the flag and shouted '1-2-3-Go!'nWell the race was neck and neck until the final curvenWe saw some Vipers on the line, I guess we both had to swervenI took a headcount we were looking at a ten versus twonSpider shrugged it off, he dug it, man he knew what to donIn three seconds flat he'd put Jimmy on the floornThe Vipers backing off they were not liking what they sawnI lit a smoke, shook his hand, said 'Kid, I guess you're alrightnI wonder, son, you want to cruise with the Zatopeks tonight?'