Words on a postcard from far away Spoke of a time long ago Laughed myself 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 brick layer I'm an ex-miner I'm a single mother I'm a bus driver I'm a political prisoner I'm a print worker 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 way 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 up, I'm down) I'm on top of the world (I love what's not allowed) Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world (I'm up, I'm down) I'm on top of the world (I love what's not allowed) Ole, ole, ole, ole Top of the world (I'm up, I'm down) I'm on top of the world (I love what's not allowed) Ole, ole, ole, ole