Bobby Trucks was a fat little boy Living in a shitty little town Every recess the dodge ball flew And knocked poor Bobby down 4:00 when he got home Upstairs in his room He'd close the door Tie on his cape Put on his skin-tight suit And he'd sing Underdog victorious He was simply glorious Someday he'd die notorious Underdog victorious A couple years later tried out for the band Did covers of Matchbox 20 But he was dreaming of the New York Dolls And Max's Kansas City Of course they never called him back They thought he was too queer But he didn't care, back in his room He sang into the mirror And he sang Underdog victorious He was simply glorious Someday he'd die notorious Underdog victorious He could see into the future That was one of his great gifts And one day all those dodge ball bullies Would dream of his sweet kiss And they'd dream Underdog victorious He was simply glorious Someday he'd die notorious Underdog victorious Underdog victorious He was simply glorious Someday he'd die notorious Underdog victorious