James Dean went out to Hollywood A young man from a small town With a very large imagination Gave way to the sound below And put his picture in a Picture Show. Every time he clicks his Kodak pics He steals a little bit of soul. Lay alone in his room with

Playin' with my love and affection That ain't smart, no that ain't smart, oh If you're messin' around in the dark So little girl that's why I'm tellin' you The boogie man is gonna get you The Boogie Man will get ya My mama told me when I was quite young

I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm Better watch out for the scammers, ooh Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm She a pretty little dancer, ooh I might take her to my mansion, hmm Hit her, then I vanish, ooh All

Life's not always fair Oh, life it's misunderstood me And dream of better days Life's not always fair or so they say So I close my eyes Or so they say Little old man contemplates Suicide twice a day

Look so good Just a little more, little more You think you look so good A little more better That's what's gonna get you But you know that I know Oh you don't care But you know I'm there Baby's crying 'cause it's born to sing

Hey little sister don't shed no tears No woman no cry say say say Everything's gonna be alright (Oh ah oh ah) Sit sit sit I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we

Oh the little man Now the court square's just a set of streets That the people go round but they seldom think Bout the little man that built this town Before the big money shut em down And killed the little man The little man There goes the little man I

How Is There Going To Be Peace When There Is No Justice, Oh No, Oh Someone Is Taking More Than Their Share Of The Bounties Of This Land And That´s Not Fair So Little People Got More Than They Need While There´s So Many Hungry Mounths In The World To Feed

Somehow we always get stuck in the middle What a terrible thing for you to do What an awful thing for you to say But someone plays evil tricks on that kid But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time Maybe give a friend a call instead of

Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her