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