Over The Top

Album cover art for "Over The Top" by ‘’Everybody’s Talking About Jamie’’ Original Album Cast

‘’Everybody’s Talking About Jamie’’ Original Album Cast - Pop, Soundtrack

Over The Top

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[Intro] I don't give a pixie shit about Dean Paxton Tonight's your night [Verse 1] When the dogs of war are dancing And the arrows hit their mark When your days are getting darker And there's daggers in the dark You will always find your spotlight You will always find your feet Scream until your lungs expire Ready, steady, aim and fire Did you think it would be easy? You're one footstep from defeat But a soldier shan't surrender And a hero can't retreat Though your enemy surround you And they've got you in their sights, sound the bugles All set, sarge Ready steady aim and charge [Chorus] Over the top, my friend Unto the breach, my friend Rend the unending night Let's get your armour on Let's get your warpaint done Now it's time to fight [Verse 2] When your sisters are behind you They're your brothers marching too And the warrior inside you Comes to run the dragon through Though your darkest demon comes the day that you doubt You'll become a heman every demon you rout Time to face your fear (Your fear) Ready, steady, aim and cheer [Interlude] Ladies and gentlemen, would you give a warm legs-eleven welcome for her premiere appearance, her virgin unveiling, her maiden voyage, the soon to be legendary, Mrs. Mimi Me [Bridge] I got them dreams I got the style I got the moves To make you smile And I'm gonna Yes, I'm gonna be The one [Verse 3] You're in my lane (You) You're in my light (You're in my—) Get out my way (Out my way) I'm taking flight (Hey, hey) Yes, I'm gonna (Gonna) I'm gonna be the one (Gonna be, yeah) Yes, I'm gonna (Gonna) I'm gonna touch the sun Yes, I'm gonna, gonna be the one Yes, I'm gonna, gonna kiss the sun Yes, I'm gonna, gonna be the one Yes, I'm gonna, g-g-gonna [Chorus] Over the top, my friend Quick step, forward march, left turn, right hook Unto the breach, my friend Clean shoes, fresh starch, old dog, new look Let's get your armour on You've had your warpaint done Now you're a man, my son So get out there and fight

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Credits

Writers
  • Dan Gillespie Sells
  • Tom McRae