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 o'clock 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