When You're a Wimp

In every jungle, there are laws that conclude
When there's a hunter, then there's gotta be food
Out here in the wild, we're the bunch
That's gotta stick together, 'cause if not
We're gonna be lunch

His eyes are yellow, there's no way they could miss
That evil laughter and the pound of his fist
A species not like any that you've seen
Who gives a whole new meaning to a bully being mean
He's never had a victim where the uncle routine's been spared
That's why we're scared

When you're a wimp
You get wise to the ways of the wood
You're a shrimp half their size and the game's understood
'Cause there are hawks that circle round every day
So they can swoop and scoop you up as their prey
And you limp, like a gimp once again
When you're a wimp, when you're a wimp

I'm bad at baseball
I got cut from the team
That ball flew at me
My first thought was to scream
Just an unathletic scaredy-cat at best
The most pathetic chicken in the world
Or at least the Midwest

When you're a wimp and you're weak
And the worst one at sports
When you're simply a geek
And your last name is Schwartz
You just try to survive 'til you're ten
When you're a wimp

Hey diddle, diddle, it stinks to be little
You're picked on
And you're the last one picked
Hey, diddle, diddle
No fun in the middle of wedgies' headlocks and get kicks
But oh, the day we grow
Better watch your back

When the wimps attack
We'll eat all of our vegetables until that day arrives
We shoot to six-foot-seven and they break out in hives
We'll make those stupid bullies have to run for their lives
Because

When you're a wimp
Then you wait for a while 'til you win
Let it brim, percolate
Then unleash what's within
We'll be those hawks that circle round every day
Until we swoop and scoop them up as they pray

For the day before mice became men
Send those piglets right back to their pen
Oh, you'll never cry "uncle" again (not again)
When you're a wimp

When you're a wimp
When you're a wimp