Looking at his way down here
And he flies higher and higher
Oh, we get higher and higher
And he flies higher and higher
Oh, baby, it's James Dean
Take a look at old James Dean
Yeah, honey, it's James Dean
Flyin' in his flying machine
Well, around Arizona and in New Mexico
The sun is shinin' through
Blues and color everywhere
And he flies higher and higher
When we get higher, higher,
let's take you fly as high, higher, higher,
Oh, baby, it's James Dean,
take a look at old James Dean
Yeah, honey, it's James Dean,
flying in this flying machine
So stoned out on a nature's high
Below his wings there are
And he flies higher and higher
Moving it higher and higher
And he flies higher and higher
Take a look at old James Dean
Yeah honey it's James Dean
Flying in his flying machine
