Congratulations - Fitz & The Tantrums, Fitz of Fitz and The Tantrums, Bryce Vine

Take out that old bottle of champagne

Find a reason to celebrate right now

Roll out that red carpet, get up, babe

Walking like you ain’t never been, knocked down

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Rain on my parade

Go ahead, throw me off my game

Holding that trophy above me

In a stadium full of empty seats

Little late but I’m here, saying congratulations

To the face in the mirror, saying congratulations

I’ma turn the word into a celebration

You don’t wanna say it to me, I’ma say it to myself

Congratulations, ah-ah, yeah

It’s been a long time, been a long line

Coming up was a long climb

Skating by like a long grind

And you did it all with a flat tire

You pulled through, go you

This call for a good mood

Strong drink and a couple brews

make it two, uh

Feel like I got paid

Sunny sky, no rain

Breaking bad like I’m Cranston

Throwing to this anthem

Little late but I’m here, saying congratulations

To the face in the mirror, saying congratulations

I’ma turn the word into a celebration

You don’t wanna say it to me, I’ma say it to myself

Congratulations

For all the times you’ve been low but you kept your head up

Had to make it on your own so you made your own luck (made your own luck)

Missed that to that glory road (yeah), got turned around

But I can hear 'em saying it now

Little late but I’m here, saying congratulations

To the face in the mirror, saying congratulations

I’ma turn the word into a celebration

You don’t wanna say it to me, I’ma say it to myself

Congratulations

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, congratulations to me

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, congratulations

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, congratulations to me

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, congratulations