Well, there may be some truth
To the rumor
But if you need more proof
Why I am a late bloomer
And you need to know
How I'm keepin' up with the Joneses
Come and find me under the shade tree
And smellin' the roses
Well, I'm a dark horse
Chompin' at the bit
I'm the underdog
Never been taught to sit
I spent a long time learnin'
How not to crawl and honey
I'm ready to fly
Believe the buzz about me, baby
I'm a Junebug in July
Oh, so many road signs we ignored
So many sermons we deplored
We got obnoxious, lazy, unruly and crazy
Just to keep from gettin' bored
You know the Rebel Soul is its own reward
The pistol fires and the race is begun
We got a hammock pilot versus Formula One
I'll stand my ground and I'll see you when
You're comin' back around the track again

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