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Well there may be some truth to the rumorBut if you need more proofWhy I am a late bloomerAnd you need to know how I'm keepin' up with the JonsesCome and find me under the shade tree and smellin' the rosesWell I'm a dark horse chompin' at the bitI'm the underdog never been taught to sitI spent a long time learnin' how not to crawlAnd honey, I'm ready to flyBelieve the buzz about me, babyI'm a Junebug in JulyOh, so many road signs we ignoredSo many sermons we deploredWe got obnoxious, lazy, unruly and crazyJust to keep from gettin' boredYou know the Rebel Soul is its own rewardThe pistol fires and the race is begunWe got a hammock pilot versus formula oneI'll stand my ground and I'll see you whenYou're comin' back around the track again... From Letras Mania