Words on a postcard from far away
   Spoke of a time long ago
   Laughed ourselves 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 zapatista
   I'm a pop singer
   I'm a winner
  
   I'm a winner, baby
   I'm a winner, baby
  
   Olé, Olé Olé, Olé
   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 prisoner
   I'm a printworker
   I'm a footballer
   I'm a winner
  
   I'm a winner, baby
   I'm a winner, baby
  
   Olé, Olé Olé, Olé
   Top of the world
   I'm on top of the world
  
   Words on a postcard from far away
   Spoke of a time long ago
   We laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday
   Singing "Here We Go..."
  
   Olé, Olé Olé, Olé
   Top of the world
   I'm on top of the world
  
   The best is yet to come
  
   Laugh out loud and curse this ground
   Make this world turn upside down
   Scare and sky will bleed us dry
   You've got all the friends that money can buy
  
   Play this song
   Everybody sing along
   One half done
   The best is yet to come
  
   Sometime soon, picking up the tune
   It's not how loud you sing, it's what you sing
  
   Last comes first; chorus into verse
   Stolen purse - the bubble burst
  
   Play this song
   Everybody sing along
   One half done
   The best is yet to come