Rebel Rouser - Bob Welch

He had a lot to offer

A teenager born to suffer

But silence was golden in those days

And they dreamed about him

The way he combed his hair

Oh, what you wouldn’t give

If you could’ve been there

There was grease on the street

As the war gave birth to James

Young, tough so defiant

In the fifties he was giant

Oh, it’s time

Take a look at James

Everything has changed

Nothin' stays the same

His smile came only rarely

Even then it was a smile that barely

Sacrificed the mood we found so new

'Cause he was a rebel rouser

He was hands on hips

He was lookin' back in anger

'Cause Mama used a whip

There was grease on the street

As the war gave birth to James

North and south, east of Eden

He doesn’t even need no reason

Oh, it’s time

Take a look at James

Everything, everything

Everything has changed

He was a rebel rouser

He was a rebel rouser

He was hands on hips

He was lookin' back in anger

'Cause Mama used a whip

There was grease on the street

As the war gave birth to James

Ridin' down a two lane alley

Pedal on the metal straight to the valley

Oh, it’s time

Take a look at James

Everything, everything, everything

Everything has changed