Peter Harket - Overdog Lyrics

Have you ever heard of the Overdog?
No?
Look it up in a catalog
They call it the winning curse
'Cause from here
It can only get worse

I didn't ask for any of this you know
Zero to hero, all in one go
No one really asks how the winner is
How did it come to this?

They have all to win
You have all to lose
It's the Crimson Tide
'Gainst the Deacon Blues

They are many
You are few
Hardly any thinks of you
You are old
And they are new
The top is cold
I wish they knew

But number one is still the first
And I don't plan to quench your thirst

They are many
You are few
Hardly any thinks of you
You are old
And they are new
The top is cold
I wish they knew

I am me
You are you
So let's see how it's gonna be
Won't go without a fight
I'm the Overdog

I am me
You are you
So let's see how it's gonna be
Won't go without a fight
I'm the Overdog