Man At The Top (Studio Outtake - 1984)

Here comes a fireman, here comes a cop
Here comes a wrench, here comes a car hop
Been goin' on forever, it ain't ever gonna stop
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

Everybody wants to be the man at the top
Everybody wants to be the man at the top now
Aim your gun, son, and shoot your shot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
One thing in common they all got
Everybody wants to be the man at the top, yeah

Everybody wants to be the man at the top
Everybody wants to be the man at the top now
Aim your gun, son, and shoot your shot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top, yeah

Oh-oh, alright
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, alright
Oh-oh-oh, yeah

Man at the top says it's lonely up there
If it is, man, I don't care
From the big white house to the parking lot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

Here comes a banker, here comes a businessman
Here comes a kid with a guitar in his hand
Dreamin' of his record in the number one spot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top

Everybody wants to be the man at the top
Everybody wants to be the man at the top now
Aim your gun, son, and shoot your shot
Everybody wants to be the man at the top, yeah

Oh-oh, alright
Oh-oh-oh, yeah (alright now)
Oh-oh, alright
Oh-oh-oh, yeah (Who's the man at the top?)
Oh-oh, alright (oh, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh, yeah (Who's the man at the top?)
Oh-oh, alright (oh yeah, now)
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, alright
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, alright
Oh-oh-oh, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Paul A Henton, Michael John Sterling, Carlton Hugh Williams, Marion Marie Hall
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