Fake Your Way to the Top sing and play along

Thirteen years of solid gold platters,

rising cost and cocktail chatter,

fat deejays, stereophonic sound.

Oh, baby, 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.

You can fake your way

to the top.

And it's always real,

so real (Always so real.)

when you're comin' down.

Help me, Jesus!

Help me, help me, Jesus!

Help me, 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 happ'nin',

I've been around,

workin' my way

through every town.

I make my livin'

off of my sound.

And the game of hits

goes around and around and around.

Oh, baby,

you can fake your way to the top.

Blow your horn!

Fake your way to the top.

Yeah, don't you know I faked my way

to the top,

yes, I did.

And it's always real,

so real...

(Always so real.)

Help me, help me, Jesus!

Help me, help me Jesus,

fake my way to the top.

Yeah!