Top Of The World (Olé, Olé, Olé) Songtext / Lyric

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