Top Of The World

Words on a postcard from far away
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed myself daft on that Saturday
Singing "Here we go"

I'm a taxi driver
I'm a postal worker
I'm an office cleaner
I'm a striking docker
I'm a ballet dancer
I'm a Zapatista
I'm a pop singer
I'm a winner

I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

I'm a brick layer
I'm an ex-miner
I'm a single mother
I'm a bus driver
I'm a political prisoner
I'm a print worker
I'm a footballer
I'm a winner

I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

Words on a postcard from far way
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday
Singing "Here we go"

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world (I'm up, I'm down)
I'm on top of the world (I love what's not allowed)
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world (I'm up, I'm down)
I'm on top of the world (I love what's not allowed)
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world (I'm up, I'm down)
I'm on top of the world (I love what's not allowed)
Ole, ole, ole, ole