I get knocked down, but I get up again...

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

Chumbawamba's biggest chart hit, "Tubthumping" (UK #2, US #6), features what, without the context of the accompanying liner notes (removed from the US release of the Tubthumper album for copyright reasons), appears to some to be one of the most apolitical of any of the band's lyrics. In fact it was an explicitly working-class song, an anthem written to celebrate ordinary people's ability to have a good time despite being constantly knocked down by poverty and inequality. (Thank you Wiki… you know almost as much as that one guy at work!)


Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky 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, Danny Boy..."

As much as I hate to admit it, this song stares me in the face. Life can knock us down, but we get up again, it’s never going to keep us down. The secret to success is how you deal with Plan B. Po’ but didn’t know it.

I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

Bills, bills and more bills. That went up this much, this sucker has doubled since 2000. Pay raises, when we get ‘em, don’t keep up with inflation. Thank goodness for the good things in life….Little things, that play huge. A coworker’s smile. An email from a friend just to say “hey”. A compliment about our dress, the work we’ve done, how we handled a situation, how we followed thru… giving a compliment.. Then.. Mebbe

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky 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:
"Don't cry for me, next door neighbour..."

The “u” in neighbour lets me know (as did Wiki), these dudes (and dudettes singing ) are British.. Love their spunk. Love their message. Love the beat.. Love the fervor..

I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

Life has a way of knocking us down, but we get back up again. U sunsabitch u, when u get down, get back up again, don’t ever let ‘em (whomever ‘em is) keep you down. Shed a tear, curse internally, curse externally, throw something (without breaking anything, hurting anyone), call time and temp and cuss the mother duggers out as if they were the ones that knocked u down.. No matter what, get back up again.

As an old fart coach, somea my favorite teams were the ones that perhaps weren’t quite as talented as the competition. They loved the game, much as we may love life. They didn’t have slam dunk ability (3 car garage, six-digit income). Yet they came to ‘work’ every day inspired to get better. When knocked down (virtually every game we played) they’d come to practice and work even harder. Beat many a team they shouldna… They got knocked down, but they got up again, you’re never going to keep them down.

I love life. We gotta go thru the downs to find our way to the ups. Here’s to brushing ourselves off… Love, Victurd.