Paroles de Fake Your Way To The Top

Thirteen years of solid gold platters Rising cost and cocktail chatter Fat deejays, stereophonic sound The game of hits goes 'round and around But you can fake your way to the top 'Round and around, Try that part baby 'Round and around! Fake your way to the top 'Round and around! You fit right in there sweetheart! You can fake your way to the top 'Round and around! I knew you'd have it baby! And it's always real, so real Always so real Yeah, when you're comin' down! Ladies and Gentleman, the wildest man in show business, James "Thunder" Early! Oh, Help me Jesus Help me, Jesus! Help me, help me Jesus Help me, Jesus! Help me, help me Jesus Help me, Jesus! Help me Jesus Up, back up, back up All the way up... Yeah, number one I know what's happenin' Doo, doot, doo doo I been around Workin' my way Doo, doot, doo doo Through every town I make my livin' Doo, doot, doo doo Off of my sound Doo, doot, doo doo And the game of hits Here we go Goes 'round, and around, and a 'Round and around and 'round and around and 'round and around You can fake your way to the top 'Round and around! Blow your horn! Fake your way to the top Don'tcha know I made my way to the top Yes I did And it's always real, so real Always so real... Ooh! OH! Help me, Jesus! Help me, help me Jesus Help me, Jesus! Help me, help me Jesus Help me, Jesus! Fake my way to the top