James Dean awoke from his coma!
Yeah, he’s up there in Nova Scotia
Eating pears and fronting autographs
To the highest bidder.
You shoulda seen the scene
Everyone trying to catch a glimpse
And whores and pimps doing
Somersaults in the parking lots
Defying death like James Dean and his Stallion
The Little Bastid who skids out at
One-hundred and eleven.
Momma, you shoulda been there
The abundant sneers all coming from
Fans of Marilyn Monroe
And all the worshipers of
Elvis H. Christ all started gulping down
Bladeless cactus juice, just to do anything
To show they disapproved of this
Resurrection of a fool.
James Dean’s awake, and it looks to be a
Mighty good year.