I’ve got a little bag of marbles and a catapult
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Wound around my fingers, and I feel very small
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But I could make myself big, if I wanted to
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There is nothing courageous about anything I do
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I’m trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
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As I fumble with my catapult
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And my hands are trembling as I try to aim
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But every Goliath has its David
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And I know kung fu
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And I’m not afraid of you
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Cos I might be small
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But I’m not a coward
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I’ve got puppy powers
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That I’m not afraid to use
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My fists are balled up in the pockets of my anorak
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And I’ve got a pea shooter hidden behind my back
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All I need to do is sit and wait to be attacked
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If I thought that it would make me happy then I would
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Tie a handkerchief to a stick and surrender
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But that isn’t what I want to do
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I will never live up to my expectations
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Every Goliath has its David
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And I know kung fu
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And I’m not afraid of you
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Cos I might be small
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But I’m not a coward
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I’ve got puppy powers
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That I’m not afraid to use
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I’m trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
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As I fumble with my catapult
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And my hands are trembling as I try to aim it
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But every Goliath has its David
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And I know kung fu
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And I’m not afraid of you
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Cos I might be small
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But I’m not a coward
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I’ve got puppy powers
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That I’m not afraid to use
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Every Goliath Has Its David
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| The Boy Least Likely To |
