Did things only some dreamed
Got discovered, signed, made a few girls scream
Got inducted to my high school hall of fame
For signing to music, not my grades
One of six with a Red Hot Chili Pepper
Those days felt at times so encumbered
Never felt like an anomaly
Never cared about doing this perfectly
Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories
Don't feel sorry for me
I'm honored to be in college textbooks
And many do papers about me
Can't say the glory, isn't rewarding
But glad they found a space for me
Raise my glass to my parents, brothers, teachers, and others
Joel, Em, Louie, Steve, and the Bass Brothers
To the critics who reinforced and erased my crazy druthers
Thank god for the low end least muttered
Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories
Don't feel sorry for me
This one's for Jake
Thank god I stole his tape
The connection from Scott Guy
Has lasted quite a long time
He writes the tunes
Me the lines
We can now play any state
Or across the sea
I honor those who paved the way for me
The word fortunate always crosses my mind
Big hope with bigger hills to climb
When I hang it up
Hopefully, I left something behind
Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories
Never feel sorry for me