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Words on a postcard from far way
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 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

Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world
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