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…