Winner Go Down Barry Manilow

Fame, fame, fame, is it worth it?
Fame, fame, fame, can you take it?
Fame, fame, fame, are you ready?
Fame, fame, fame, will you make it?

You were touched
With the gold
Of a warm summer morning
A symphony born in the sun

They loved you like pagans
And followed your climb
The strongest
Most beautiful one

You've flown to the clouds
Where the air's very thin
And the word is out
All around town

They've lined up for miles
With their holiday grins
They love to see
A winner go down

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Winner go down
Learning to lose
Lie in the gravel
Bathe in the blues
They'll run to the rooftops
Screaming the news
Winner go down
Winner go down