Fake Your Way To The Top – Eddie Murphy – letras

Thirteen years of solid gold plattersRising cost and cocktail chatterFat deejays, stereophonic soundThe game of hits goes ’round and aroundBut 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 fit rightin there sweetheart!You can fake your way to the top’Round and around!I knew you’d have it baby!And it’s always real, so realAlways so realYeah, when you’re comin’ down!Ladies and Gentleman,the wildest man in show business,James « Thunder » Early!Oh, Help me JesusHelp me, Jesus!Help me, help me JesusHelp me, Jesus!Help me, help me JesusHelp me, Jesus!Help me JesusUp, back up, back upAll the way up…Yeah, number oneI know what’s happenin’Doo, doot, doo dooI been aroundWorkin’ my wayDoo, doot, doo dooThrough every townI make my livin’Doo, doot, doo dooOff of my soundDoo, doot, doo dooAnd the game of hitsHere we goGoes ’round, and around, and a’Round and around and ’round and aroundand ’round and aroundYou can fake your way to the top’Round and around!Blow your horn!Fake your way to the topDon’tcha knowI made my way to the topYes I didAnd it’s always real, so realAlways so real… Ooh!OH!Help me, Jesus!Help me, help me JesusHelp me, Jesus!Help me, help me JesusHelp me, Jesus!Fake my way to the top