Words on a postcard
from far away
spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves
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 bricklayer
I'm an ex-miner
I'm a single mother
I'm a bus driver
I'm a political prisoner
I'm a printworker
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 away
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 on top of the world
Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world