In the back of a camouflage truckThey locked me in once with the materialI was full of rageNo one could handleBut I was safe right in the armyAll the real girls with their backs turnedCalled me crazyCalled me crazyCalled me crazyI worked for a while at a dinerManager said I had to wear that little uniformSaid I was part of the problemBut I was in love with that blonde girlShe kissed me twice behind the counterBut when I asked her to get into my carShe called her and saidDon't bother herShe called herMan saidDon't bother herI guess I feelThis unrealAll my lifeWith these feathersI feelI'm madeUnder meLifting me upBut I was a young James DeanWith the wayWith the ladiesAll the real boys in their black jeansCalled me crazyCalled me crazyCalled me crazyCalled me crazyCalled me crazyEasy