Top Of The World lyrics

Words on a postcards from far way Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday 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 I'm a brick player I'm an ex-miner I'm a single mother I'm a bus driver I'm a print worker 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 Words on a postcards from far way Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday Singning "Here We Go" Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole Top of the world I'm on top of the world (I'm up, I'm down - I love what's not allowed