Junket

James Dean junket drive
Up the bend away at Five
Met his end all plaster-fied
The Hollywood pied piper

Hellva lot better Dean
A young-man Diana been
No old man crapping in a diaper

But a trip for the worse
Early turn in a hearse
No fun for fans all screaming

Running at double time
Crossing over the line
Makes an end of your California dreaming

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