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