The first 25 lines.
Words on a postcard from far away
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves daft on that saturday
Singing here we go
I'm a taxi driver
I'm a postal worker
I'm an office cleaner
I'm a striking docker
I'm a ballet dancer
I'm a Zapitista
I'm a pop singer
I'm a winner
I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world I'm on top of the world
Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world I'm on top of the world
I'm a brick layer
I'm an ex-miner
I'm a single mother
I'm a bus driver
I'm political prisoner
I'm a print worker
I'm a footballer
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