Underdog Victorious

Bobby Trucks was a fat little boy

Livin' in a shitty little town.

And every recess the dodgeball flew

And knocked poor Bobby down.

4 pm when he got home

upstairs in his room

He'd lock the door, tie on his cape

Put on his skintight suit

And he'd sing

Underdog victorious

He was simply glorious

One day he'll die notorious

Underdog victorious.

Twenty years later tried out for the band

Did covers of Matchbox 20

But he was dreaming of The New York Dolls

And Max's Kansas City

Of course they wouldn't let him join

Thought he was too queer

But he didn't care, back in his room he sang into his mirror

He'd sing.

Underdog victorious

He was simply glorious

One day he'll die notorious

Underdog victorious.

He could see into the future

That was one of his gifts.

Someday all the dodgeball bullies

Would dream of his sweet kiss

They'd sing.

Underdog victorious

He was simply glorious

One day he'll die notorious

Underdog victorious.