Young James Dean

Young James Dean - Girlyman

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

And 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