We'll be singing when we're winning.
I get knocked down. But I get up again. You're not ever gonna keep me down.
Pissing the night away. Pissing the night away.
He drinks a whiskey drink. He drinks a vodka drink. He drinks a lager drink. He drinks a cider drink. He sings the songs that remind him of the good times. He sings the songs that remind him of the better times.
Oh Danny Boy Danny Boy
Don't cry for me next door neighbor.
I didn't really think I could write anything better about the song than the lyrics. I mean, I could have told you that Chumbawumba is probably the least likely bunch of anarchists to ever have a big hit song. I could have written about their political slants, and how this song wasn't really the lighthearted drinking song that it seems to be on the surface.
I could have shared the Pete Postlethwaite quote from Brassed Off that actually opened the song.(start at the :23 mark of this speech).
But why do that? The lyrics are just so much better.