Fake Your Way to the Top

Thirteen years of solid gold platters

Rising cost and cocktail chatter

Fat deejays, stereophonic sound

Oh, baby

The game of hits goes around and around

But you can fake your way to the top

'Round and around

Try that part, baby

'Round and around

Fake your way to the top

'Round and around

You fell right in there, sweetheart

You can fake your way to the top

'Round and around

I knew you'd have it!

And it's always real, so real

(Always so real)

Yeah, when you're comin' down

Ladies and gentlemen, the wildest man in show business, James "Thunder" Early!

Help me, Jesus!

(Help me, Jesus!)

Help me, help me, Jesus!

(Help me, Jesus!)

Help me, help me, Jesus!

(Help me, Jesus!)

Help me, Jesus!

Up, back up, back up

(All the way up)

Yeah yeah yeah back to number one

Back to number one

I know what's happenin'

(Doo, doot, doo doo)

I've been around

Workin' my way

(Doo, doot, doo doo)

Through every town

I made my livin'

(Doo, doot, doo doo)

Yes, I do

Off of my sound

(Doo, doot, doo doo)

And the game of hits

Here we go

Goes around and around and a—

(Around and around and around and around and around and around)

Oh baby

Oh!

You can fake your way to the top

('Round and around)

Oh!

Blow your horn!

Fake your way to the top

('Round and around)

Yeah!

Don't you know I faked my way to the top

('Round and around)

Yes, I did

And it's always real, so real

(Always so real)

Oh

(Help me, Jesus!)

Help me, help me Jesus!

(Help me, Jesus!)

Help me, help me Jesus!

(Help me, Jesus!)

Ow

(Fake my way to the top)

Yeah! Yeah!