I’m going to the top of the hill

And by hook or by crook

I’ll get there,

I will

 

It’s sunny at the top of the hill

With sun beds and free beer

And friendly people

With goodwill

And cheer

 

When I get there

I’ll relax for a while

And contemplate my climb.

Now I’ve reached the summit

Things can never be the same

And I can only go downhill

Again.

 

So I’ll lord it for a while,

Let them treat me like a king

For one fine day they’ll unmask me

And call me ‘imposter!’

But I’ll have had my day at the top of the hill

Somehow I’ll get there,

I will.