Young James Dean

In the back of a camouflage truck They locked me in once with the materiel I was full of a rage no one could handle I was a private in the army All the real girls with their backs turned called me crazy Called me crazy I worked for a while at a diner Manager said I had to wear that little uniform Said I was part of the problem But I was in love with that blonde girl She kissed me twice behind the counter But when I asked her to get into my car She called her man, said 'don't bother her' She called her man, said 'don't bother her' I guess I'll feel less than real all my life With these feathers I made Under me lifting me up But I was a young James Dean With a way with ladies All the real boys in their black jeans called me crazy Called me crazy Called me crazy Called me crazy