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...