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