Sneaking through the shadows,
silent in the moonlight.
He melts into the forest,
not a trace of fright.
A bearskin for a blanket,
deerhide for his rugs.
Squirrel pelts hung as pictures,
His life is unplugged.
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They call him Justin, Justin the nature boy
They call him Justin, nature is his toy.
Crawling through the tall grass, his knees to the ground.
Searching for something, not making a sound.
He's got a big old goat, and he calls him Billy.
When he tries to ride him, we laugh until we're silly.
(Chorus)
They call him Justin, Justin the nature boy
They call him Justin, nature is his toy.
He's a brothers best friend, to his sister a terror.
A father's boyhood dream, and a mother's nightmare!
Eyes as brown as soil, jet black straight hair.
When you look straight at him, he'll always meet your stare.
(Chorus)
They call him Justin, Justin the nature boy
They call him Justin, nature is his toy.
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