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
Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves a sucker And why can't I have a new life Somewhere more exciting than my own
Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves the underdog
Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves the underdog
Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves the underdog
Everybody loves the underdog Everybody loves the underdogTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
