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've started from

Been beat up
Been broken down
Nowhere but up
When you're face down 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
But 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

Been beat up
Been broken down
Nowhere but up
When you're face down 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!
That's the way, uh huh, we like it!
That's the way, uh huh, we like it!

Spoken:
Underdog. I wince everytime I say the word.
Especially in connection with Jesus.
Yet, as I read the birth stories about Jesus,
I cannot help but conclude that
although the world may be tilted towards the rich and powerful,
God Hallelujah, in his mercy, is tilted towards the underdog!

I've been beat up
I've been broken down
Nowhere to go
When you're face down 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!
That's the way, uh huh, we like it!
That's the way, uh huh, we like it!

That's the way (uh huh, we like it)
That's the way
That's the way (uh huh, we like it)
That's the way
Uh huh, we like it!
We like it...