Angry Young Man

I, I tell you now the summer's dry I sweat my brow and wipe my hair when I do I could wear a shirt and tie everyday The diamond eyes are not the treasure they say Where's the "Catcher in the Rye" anyway Oh, the tragedy Young rebels in their glory - misunderstood Such a calamity It's obvious the babes do steal the wood Another angry young man they say So sad that he lost his way Another angry young man they say Oh, the youth how they drift away I, I tell you now the summer's high The forward cast of windswept dreams in the air I will run close to the edge - every time Between the wedge there lies a passion that's born I said a passion that's born - born Oh, the tragedy Of unsung heroes searching for their cause Such a calamity The unrequited rebel without applause Another angry young man they say So sad that he lost his way Another angry young man they say Oh, the youth how they drift away Oh, the tragedy Young rebels in their glory - misunderstood Such a calamity It's obvious the babes do steal the wood Another angry young man they say So sad that he lost his way Another angry young man they say Oh, the youth how they drift away, say Another angry young man they say I, I tell you now the summer's dry I tell you now the summer's dry