Inside the Catholic seamen's club
Every sailor is sacred
Inside the arcade right next door
All the girls dance naked
Down on my knees scrubbing the floors
Scratching at festering sores
If I'm the guy you're looking for
Just look down under some rock
Beneath the valley of the underdog
Spat upon by passers by
The spitting image of my maker
Even those who once called me friend
Were liars, thieves or fakers
And to my love who cast me off
I hope you finally made it
If you ever want to look me up
Just look down under some rock
Beneath the valley of the underdog