Rough him up and shove him down make him cry when he comes around
Treat him any way you want after all he's just runt just a little runt
Runt is what they called him but his name was Buddy Grey
He lived out on Maple Street bout a mile away
Hand-me-downs were all he wore poverty and nothing more
Always someone laying for the runt
They catch him in the school year when he came out to play
Then get him in a circle where he couldn't get away
They'd shove him here and they'd shove him there
If he fell down nobody cared
Just anything to keep him scared the runt
Then one day walking home from school the teasing went just too far
They chased the runt out in the street nobody saw the car
They only heard that awful sound they saw the broken body on the ground
Then everybody gathered around the runt
They buried him on Sunday his classmates all were there
And the tears filled each and every eye when runt's mother said a prayer
Lord even though you've taken him I think I understand
He's finished the job you've sent him for and done it like you planned
If you made all people to look the same it just wouldn't be right I guess
So you put a few now and then like my little runt to bring others' happiness
His shortness makes others feel tall his weakness makes others feel strong
His features make others feel pretty and handsome
And his sadness brings others a song
So rough him up and shove him down make him cry when he comes around
Treat him any way you want but thank God for the runt
Yes thank you God for my little runt