Johnny Rebound lives outside of town
he sells insurance, ah, but when the lights go down,

he pulls out an old 12-string guitar,
throws it in the back seat of his car,

‘cause Johnny Rebound’s gonna be star, someday…

Johnny Rebound drives his Chevrolet
out of the suburbs down to the open stage

he gives the ladies demo tapes
tells ’em all his sour grapes,

but he swears, one day, he’s gonna be the rage…

so bounce, bounce, bounce, Johnny Rebound,
down to one more open mic
and play, play, play, Johnny Rebound,
cover any song you like
sing, sing, sing, Johnny Rebound,
just a little bit off-key, and
dream, dream, dream, Johnny Rebound
you’re an awful lot like me, you’re an awful lot like me…

Johnny Rebound dyes his greying hair,
he combs it thick across the spot that’s going bare,

he’s got a card for insurance and a card for gigs,
and he walks with the swagger of a true big-wig

he hasn’t noticed that nobody cares.. CHORUS

and “Johnny” isn’t even his real name,
his daddy called him William Otis James,

he’s got a dream that can’t come true, hell,
everybody’s got a few,

and I say that’s no ‘cause to be ashamed,
yeah, I say that’s no ‘cause to be ashamed.. CHORUS