Fake Your Way to the Top

Thirteen years of solid gold platters

The rising cost and cocktail chatter

Fat DJs, 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) Hey, you fell right in there, didn't you, sweetheart?

You can fake your way to the top

(Round and around) Shit, I knew you had it

But it's always real, so real (Oh, it's so real)

When you're comin' down

I know what's happenin', I've been around

Fakin' my way through every town

I make my livin' off of my sound

And the game of hits

Goes around and around, and around, and around

(And around, and around, and around, and around) Huh, oh

(Round, and around, and around, and around) Yeah, Lord, Lord, Lord

(And around, and around, and around, and around)

A man gets lonely workin' hard on the road

Workin' hard on the road

He's away from his woman, it's a heavy load

It's a heavy load

I faked my way to the top (Round and around)

Oh, yeah, oh, yes, I did (Round and around)

I said, I faked my way to the top (Round and around)

You know I make 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, help, help, help, help, help, help, help me, Jesus)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, too bad

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

Faked my way to the top, whoo, yeah