The James Dean look
Tekst: Bart Van Damme
Melodie: Geert De Mits
Muziek: Cats in the Attic
He’s looking cool to a girl on the bar
With the two hottest legs of the Costa del Mar
A cigarette is hanging beside in his mouth
He’s drinking the hardest brandy made in South
A moment you’re laughing with his tattoo, Yeah
He’s got the James Dean look
He is the toughest guy in the neighbourhood
He is the leader of the gang called The Tops
He isn’t scared of a fight with the cops
Lighting a match on his cowboy boots
Talking loud, about the road on his roots
The girls that he’s driving along in his car
Are now all standing around him on the bar
The girls are pretty, sexy and cool
Just like him, almost never go to school
His car is a good old fifties Cadillac…
He’s standing there with a gang on the bar
He’s the worst man in the Costa Del Mar
He says he can do just what he wants
But he’s so fucking scared of the shoe of his mam
In his dream, he drives a Caddilac…