I've got a little bag of marbles
And a catapult
Wound around my fingers
And I feel very small
But I could make myself big
If I wanted to
There is nothing courageous
About anything I do

I'm trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
As I fumble with my catapult
And my hands are trembling
As I try to aim it
But every Goliath has its David

And I know kung fu
And I'm not afraid of you
'Cause I might be small
But I'm not a coward
I've got puppy powers
That I'm not afraid to use

My fists are balled up in my pockets
Of my anorak
And I've got a peashooter
Hidden behind my back
All I need to do is
Sit and wait to be attacked
If I thought that it would make me happy, then I would

Tie a handkerchief to a stick and surrender
But that isn't what I want to do
I will never live up to my expectations
Every Goliath has its David

And I know kung fu
And I'm not afraid of you
'Cause I might be small
But I'm not a coward
I've got puppy powers
That I'm not afraid to use

I'm trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
As I fumble with my catapult
And my hands are trembling
As I try to aim it
But every Goliath has its David

And I know kung fu
And I'm not afraid of you
'Cause I might be small
But I'm not a coward
I've puppy powers
That I'm not afraid to use