Fake Your Way to the Top Robert Hawkins

Thirteen years of solid gold platters
Rising cost and cocktail chatter
Fat DJs, stereophonic sound
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 ('Round and around!)
You can fake your way to the top ('Round and around)
But it's always real, so real (Always so real)
When you're comin' down!

I know what's happenin'
I been around
Fakin' my way
Through every town
I make my livin'
Off of my sound
And the game of hits

It goes around and around and around and around
'Round and around and around and around
And 'round and around and around and around
And 'round and around and around and around

Lord, Lord, a man gets lonely
Working hard on the road
He's away from his Mama
It's a heavy load