Thirteen years of solid gold platters
Rising cost and cocktail chatter
Fat DJs, stereophonic sound
The game of hits goes 'round and around

But you can fake your way to the top
'Round and around ('Round and around!)
Fake your way to the top ('Round and around!)
You can fake your way to the top ('Round and around)
But it's always real, so real (Always so real)
When you're comin' down!

I know what's happenin'
I been around
Fakin' my way
Through every town
I make my livin'
Off of my sound
And the game of hits

It goes around and around and around and around
'Round and around and around and around
And 'round and around and around and around
And 'round and around and around and around

Lord, Lord, a man gets lonely
Working hard on the road
He's away from his Mama
It's a heavy load
[Spoken]
Time to bring up the lights
Yeah, let's see which one of these girls is going home with Jimmy tonight
I got a nice warm bed waiting on you
Alright, now, come on now, who wants to seat on Daddy's lap?
Yeah, break it down!

Fake my way to the top
I gotta fake my way to the top
You know I made my way to the top
Yes, I did
And it's always real, so real (Always so real!)
Oh, baby, when you coming down
I made my way
Yes, I did
Help me, help me, Jesus
(Help me, Jesus!)
Help me, help me, Jesus
(Help me, Jesus!)
Fake my way to the top!