Fake Your Way to the Top

Thirteen years of solid gold platters
Rising costs and cocktail chatter
Fat DJ's, stereophonic sound, oh, baby
The game of hits goes 'round and around

But you can fake your way to the top
'Round and around
Try that part right there, baby
('Round and around)

Fake your way to the top
('Round and around)
Now you fell right in there didn't you, sweetheart?

You can fake your way to the top
('Round and around)
Shit, I knew you'd have it

But it's always real, so real
(Always so real)
When you're comin' down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh)

I know what's happenin'
I've been around
Makin' my way
Through every town
I make my livin'
Off of my sound
And the game of hits
Goes 'round and around and around and around

And 'round and around
And 'round and around (oh)
'Round and around (yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord)
And 'round and around
And 'round and around

A man gets lonely
Workin' hard on the road
He's away from his woman
It's a heavy load

Time to bring up the lights, yeah
Now let's see which one of these girls goin' home with Jimmy tonight
Yeah
I got a nice, warm bed waitin' on ya

Jimmy, uh, my bed, uh
Alright now, come on now
Who wants to sit on daddy's lap?
Yeah, break it down
Uh
Hey-yeah
Uh, come on

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, ah, ah, ah
Oh

I faked my way to the top ('round and around)
Oh, yeah, yes, I did ('round and around)
I said, I faked my way to the top ('round and around)
Oh ('round and around)
You know I faked my way to the top ('round and around)
Yeah, yeah, oh yes, I did ('round and around)

And it's always real, so real
(Always so real)
Baby, when you're comin' down
I faked my way, yes, I did
Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Help me, Jesus (help me, Jesus)
Help, help, help
Help me, Jesus (help me, Jesus)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (help me, Jesus)
You the man
Fake my way to the top
Woo
Yow