| Come on, come on, let’s try and make it
|
| You tell yourself, this time for sure
|
| But I would rather sit and crave it
|
| I’m not wanted anymore
|
| I had a kind of friend in you
|
| It wasn’t pleasant all the time
|
| But though my heart is jaded
|
| I think winnin' is overrated
|
| Lookin' through frosted windows
|
| I envy the soft contented sighs
|
| But I don’t get people
|
| I don’t get the things they think are reasonable
|
| So you’ll find me
|
| Here right beneath the underdog
|
| When life’s impossible
|
| Hold tight beneath the underdog
|
| That’s where I’m comfortable
|
| And I know I’m a fool, perhaps
|
| I rationalize what I can’t have
|
| But no, here right beneath the underdog
|
| That’s where I’d rather be
|
| Maybe someday I will see
|
| A kind of personality
|
| Who makes the world better
|
| And when that happens I may find
|
| I miss the nervous daily grind
|
| It’s hard to stand this peace of mind
|
| It’s truly finer on the outside
|
| Ooh, the outside
|
| I’ve conquered mountains, so to speak
|
| And looked down from a higher peak
|
| But it seems so creepy
|
| When it can leave you feelin' sleazy
|
| So settin' off from this hill camp
|
| I’d rather be her little tramp
|
| My own companion
|
| Or maybe with one whose tail is waggin'
|
| So you’ll find us
|
| Here right beneath the underdog
|
| When life’s impossible
|
| Hold tight beneath the underdog
|
| That’s where I’m comfortable
|
| And I know I’m a fool, perhaps
|
| And rationalize what I can’t have
|
| But no, here right beneath the underdog
|
| That’s where I’d rather be
|
| I’d rather be
|
| I’d rather be |