Bruised and abused,

But still easily amused

Can't figure why he still comes around

Nobody hates him,

They just like to humiliate him

Then he'll take the shirt off his back for you

Sticks and stones can't break his bones

He'll come back swinging at you

Sticks and stones can't break his bones

Because he's the human piñata

Everyone's a character

In his dreams

Nothing else can bring him down

He'll be the player

On the other team

Just to make the game complete

He does things his way,

Not like anyone else

A strong believer in himself

The laugh's on him,

And it doesn't matter

He'll leave the attitude on the shelf