Underdog

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 [Chorus] (Underdog.) (I wince everytime I say the word.) (Especially in connection with Jesus.) (Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus.) I've been beat up I've been broken down (I can not help but conclude that although the world may be tilted toward the rich and powerful.) No where to go when you're face down on the ground. I'm in last place If a place at all. (God, hallelujah in His mercy, is still on the side of the Underdog!) But there's hope for this Underdog. That's the way Uh-huh we like it (uh-huh uh-huh) That's the way Uh-huh we like it (uh-huh uh-huh) That's the way Uh-huh we like it (uh-huh uh-huh) That's the way Uh-huh we like it (uh-huh uh-huh) That's the way Uh-huh we like it (uh-huh uh-huh) That's the way That's the way Uh-huh we like it (uh-huh uh-huh) That's the way Uh-huh we like it. We like it.