Well don't you know I'm number one in this town but I don't mind
When the girls like another guy's style
But the word was on the street from the Rebel's Rock insiders
There's a new kid hanging around and he calls himself the Spider
And the girl's know DeNiro is a tolerant man
To all the local gangs I know I like to lend a helping hand
But things were getting kind of crazy and the only choice I saw
Was for a drag-race at the point, we've got to lay down the law

Well the moon was shining high above Rebel Point that night
As Spider's Chevy slowly topped the hill
He stepped out on the kerb and leaned real casual on the hood
Said, "These guys been hanging 'round, look like they're up to no good"
He seemed the kind of cat who likes to play it straight
So I took him at his word and said, "Let's get on with the race"
We jumped behind the wheels and dropped the lights down low
Then the Giant dropped the flag and shouted "1-2-3-Go!"

The race was neck and neck until the final curve
We saw some Vipers on the line, I guess we both had to swerve
We took a head-count, we were looking at a ten-versus-two
Spider shrugged it off, he dug it, man, he knew what to do
In three seconds flat he'd put old Jimmy on the floor
The Vipers backing off, they were not liking what they saw
I lit a smoke, I shook his hand, said, "Kid, I guess you're alright
I wonder, son, you wanna cruise with the Zatopeks tonight?"