Underdog - Tim Hicks

Down the road, there’s a hard-working dad

Rolling eighteen wheels burning daylight and gasoline

Downtown there’s a lonely little girl

Who’s never seen herself on the cover of a magazine

Don’t got much, but to keep on swinging

till the bell starts ringing

Stand up, we gonna shock the world

To all the lovers, the fighters, the sinners, the beggars

This is for the underdogs

To all the boys and the girls

The freaks of the world

Who are never tired of giving up

To all the fire’ers and the liars in the gray big suits

You ain’t got nothing on us

From the east to the west

The worst to the best

This is for the

Oh, this is for the underdogs

Yeah, this is for the underdogs

Edge of town, there’s a skinny little kid

Heart of gold, but the coach says he’ll never make the big leagues

Onstage, there’s a four-piece band playing classic rock covers

Ain’t a single person listening

They try to tell you that you’re never gonna make it

I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to take it

Don’t back down, we gonna shock the world (We gonna shock the world)