I am so weak and I'm so tired 
It's hard for me to 
Find enough strength to feed the fires 
That fuel my ego 
And consequently all my pride has all but died 
Which leaves me 
Down on my knees 
Back to the place I 
Should have started from 

CHORUS 
Been beat up 
Been broken down 
Nowhere but up 
When you're facedown 
On the ground 
I'm in last place 
If I place at all 
But there's hope for this underdog ! 
That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! 
That's the way, uh-huh, we like it! 
You can call me the underdog 

I'm in this race to win a prize 
The odds against me 
The world has plans for my demise 
What they don't see 
Is that a winner is not judged by his small size 
But by the substitute he picks to run the race 
And mine's already won