The kids are right, the kids are wrong  Pound your chest and sing this song  To my right, my left, the Ollie kids call  Come weak, come strong, come one, come all    Ollie-ollie-oxen-free!    This city's ours, not a fashion club  The will to stand runs through our blood  In the pits of life we're all the same  This is our family despite our names  From Archer Ave to the scum of the lake  This fist full of knuckles got a world to shake  These kids are strong, never stuck in a rut  If they do there's just a swift kick in the gut  I'll never fear a pistol crack  Cause the Ollie kids always got my back  These city streets are under our boots  With Chicago our home Chicago our roots    these lyrics are submitted by 169