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
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* repeat

Words on a postcard from far away
Spoke of a time long ago
We laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday
Singing "Here We Go..."

* repeat

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

** repeat

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