I am so weak and I'm so tired    It's hard for me to    Find enough strength to feed the fires    That fuel my ego    And consequently all my pride has all but died    Which leaves me    Down on my knees    Back to the place I should've started from       Been beat up    Been broken down    Nowhere but up    When you're face down on the ground    I'm in last place    If I place at all    But there's hope for this underdog!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    You can call me the underdog       I'm in this race to win a prize    The odds against me    The world has plans for my demise    But what they don't see    Is that a winner is not judged by his small size    But by the substitute he picks to run the race    And mine's already won       Been beat up    Been broken down    Nowhere but up    When you're face down on the ground    I'm in last place    If I place at all    But there's hope for this underdog!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!       Spoken:    Underdog. I wince everytime I say the word.    Especially in connection with Jesus.    Yet, as I read the birth stories about Jesus,    I cannot help but conclude that    although the world may be tilted towards the rich and powerful,    God Hallelujah, in his mercy, is tilted towards the underdog!       I've been beat up    I've been broken down    Nowhere to go    When you're face down on the ground    I'm in last place    If I place at all    But there's hope for this underdog!       That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!    That's the way, uh huh, we like it!       That's the way (uh huh, we like it)    That's the way    That's the way (uh huh, we like it)    That's the way    Uh huh, we like it!    We like it...