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

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

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 prisioner
I'm a print worker
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

Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé
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...»

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