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 have 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

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 every time I say the word

Especially in connection with Jesus

Yet, as I read the birth stories about Jesus

(I've got freedom, I've got freedom)

I cannot help but conclude that although the world may be tilted towards the rich and the powerful

God, hallelujah, in the prophecy

Is still the Lord behind us all

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!