Lyrics:

Words on a postcard from far way
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves draft 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
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
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 prisioner
I'm a print worker
I'm a footballer
I'm a winner
I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
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 draft on that saturday
Singing 'Here we go...'
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
(song fading out)
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
Oli, Oli, Oli, Oli
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
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