Underdog

Write me a song Play it for all my friends They're blown away Say "you should get out of here kid" So I pack up my car Drive that thing straight to Brooklyn Start me a band Go in on a rehearsal space Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves the underdog Rent is so high That I have to ask my mom for cash She doesn't mind Paying for Bedford-Stuyvesant Happy to see Her boy living out his dreams I'm finally free All my neighbors look just like me Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves the underdog Hairstyles change I finished my pilgrimage Found me a mate They say the city's no place for kids So I pack up my car Drive back to Cincinnati Everything's changed It's not as shitty as it used to be Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves the underdog