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 Jonses

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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