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