La la la   Bobby Trucks was a fat little boy   Living in a shitty little town   An' every recess the dodge ball flew   An' knocked poor Bobby down      Four 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 Twenty   But he was dreamin' 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      La la la   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   Underdog victorious      Underdog victorious   Victorious, victorious