Oh the sun is shining far too bright
For it
Oh the lights outside they’re as bright as the sun
I don't know if you can see
The changes that
Oh Mr James Dean, he don't belong to anything
Oh he
Oh here’s a story about a boy named Jay
Nothing
Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a
So called Mr Rock & Roll
He's dancing on his own
The poet’s a genius,
Its something I don’t see,
Why
Will you tell me when your lines are fading?
Cos
Oh the leaves are falling from the trees
And the
Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
Maybe if you were some spear headed guy
I would listen
Oh, Mr James Dean
He don't belong to anything
Oh, he left
Put a ribbon 'round my neck and call me a
So called Mr Rock And Roll
Is dancing on his own
