A maverick to a baron
I knew that you couldn't be convinced on summer vacation
You wouldn't let anyone tell you the most popular version of the truth
But I'll let you know that I never get my way
I call you my bigot
You know I'm your maverick
Your mama and papa
Well, they just won't have it
Out on the sandy lawns
I'm still your maverick
And we'll still meet up here
'Cause no one will have us