He's the youngest kid in the neighborhood
A little face in a big old sweatshirt hood
He doesn't run or catch too good, but he keeps on trying
He's kinda short, kinda round
Other kids kinda push him around
Pulls the hood of that sweatshirt down so they don't see him crying

He's the one when they play football
They say kid you go long
So he runs and waves his hands and yells I'm open guys, come on
When they finally throw one to him, he trips and drops the ball

But he gets up, so strong and he hangs on
He's got that tiger inside him
He's back for more and man he roars as loud as thunder and lightning
Scratchin' and fightin'
Always surviving

He's the man of the house as it is
Trying to support a wife and kids
Gets a check and stretches it, but it won't go much farther
Yesterday he heard his boss talking about laying a few folks off
He's gotta keep this job, but he can't work much harder

Comes home in the evening, takes his boots off the door
Wraps his arms around the ones he's working so hard for
Says Honey don't you worry,
She says what would I worry for?

You're up; you're gone before the dawn
You got that tiger inside you
You go back for more and man you roar as loud and thunder and lightning
Scratchin' and fightin'
Always surviving

So get up, be strong
Keep hanging on
You got that tiger inside you
Go back for me
And when you roar, be loud as thunder and lightning
Scratchin' and fightin'
Never quit tryin'
Always surviving