Fake Your Way To The Top Lyrics - Singles - Eddie Murphy

Thirteen years of solid gold platters 

Rising cost and cocktail chatter 

Fat DJ's, stereophonic sound, oh baby 

The game of hits goes 'round and around 

But you can fake your way to the top 

'Round and around 

Try that part right there, baby 

('Round and around) 

Fake your way to the top 

('Round and around) 

Now you fell right in there 

Didn't you, sweetheart? 

You can fake your way to the top 

('Round and around) 

Shit, I knew you'd have it, baby 

But it's always real, so real 

(Always so real) 

When you're comin' down 

I know what's happenin', I've been around 

Makin' my way through every town 

I make my livin' off of my sound 

And the game of hits goes 'round and around 

And around and around 

And 'round and around 

And 'round and around 

'Round and around 

And 'round and around 

And 'round and around 

And 'round and around 

I made it slowly 

Worked hard on the road 

He's away from his lover 

It's a heavy load 

Time to bring up the lights, yeah 

Now let's see which one of these girls 

Goin' home with Jimmy tonight, yeah 

I got a nice, warm bed waitin' on ya 

Jimmy, my bed 

Alright now, come on now 

Who wants to sit on daddy's lap? 

Break it down 

I faked my way to the top 

('Round and around) 

Oh, yeah, yes, I did 

('Round and around) 

I said, I faked my way to the top 

('Round and around) 

('Round and around) 

You know I faked my way to the top 

('Round and around) 

Yeah, yeah, oh yes, I did 

('Round and around) 

And it's always real, so real 

(Oh, it's so real) 

Baby, when you're comin' down 

I faked my way, yes, I did 

Help me, Jesus 

(Help me, Jesus) 

Help, help, help 

(Help, help, help, help, help, help, help) 

Help me, Jesus 

(Help me, Jesus) 

(Help, help, help, help, help, help, help) 

(Help me, Jesus) 

You the Man 

(Help, help, help, help, help, help, help) 

Fake my way to the top