The kids are right the kids are wrong
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Pound your chest and sing this song
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To my right my left the ollie kids call
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Come weak come strong come one come all
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Ollie ollie oxen free
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This city¡¯s ours not a fashion club
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The will to stand runs through our blood
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In the pits of life we¡¯re all the same
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This is our family despite our names
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From Archer Ave to the scum of the lake
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This fist full of knuckles got a world to shake
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These kids are strong never stuck in a rut
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If they do there¡¯s just a swift kick in the gut
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I¡¯ll never fear a pistol crack
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Cause the Ollie kids always got my back
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These city streets are under our boots
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With Chicago our home Chicago our roots
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Ollie Ollie
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| Flatfoot 56 |
