[Intro] [Mood: Grandiose, Olympic Fanfare] [Instrumentation: Orchestral brass and a heavy, echoing snare hit] [Spoken: British announcer]"Truth is, I thought it mattered, I thought that winning mattered. But does it? Bollocks! Not compared to how people matter." [Style: joyous chanting, panning vocal phaser] We'll be boozin' When we're losin' We'll be boozin' When we're losin' We'll be singin' : [Hook] [Style: Pub crowd, sing a long, upbeat, anthemic, singing in unison] I get back up ... I get knocked down again! You’re never gonna see me win, I get back up ... I get knocked down again! You’re never gonna see me win. I get back up ... I get knocked down again! You’re never gonna see me win. [Verse 1] [Style: Dry, deadpan British Baritone, almost spoken] [Instrumentation: Driving bass line, minimal percussion] He wakes at five, he runs until he’s sore, He’s chasing dreams that he can’t afford no more. The starting gun, it echoes in his head, He’s at the back, wishing he was back in bed. He’s got the heart, he’s got the fancy gear, He’s got a talent for never showing fear. [Pre-Chorus] [Style: Rhythmic listing, building intensity] He takes a protein shake, He takes a vitamin. He takes an ice bath, He takes a loss again. He sings the songs that remind him of the better times. He sings the songs that remind him of the finish lines. (Oh, Danny Boy... I'm in last place...) [Chorus] [Style: High-energy, explosive Pub Rock] [Instrumentation: Power chords, crashing cymbals, bright trumpets] “Oh, last place again! Oh, last place again!” I’m the hero of the back of the pack, I’m the legend that the camera’s looking past, “Oh, last place again! Oh, last place again!” I’m the silver lining in a copper frame, Nobody’s ever gonna know my name! [Verse 2] [Style: Narrative, slightly more melodic but still weary] The local news -- they didn't want to hear the news, I missed the goal, I'm the guru of what it's like to lose.. My mother says she’s proud of how I tried, But I can see the [spoken: old woman] "maybe next time" in her eyes. I’m not a star, I’m just the background noise, The also-ran among the shining Golden Boys. [Bridge] [Style: Melancholic, cinematic, slow tempo shift] [Vocals: Soft, vulnerable] Don’t cheer for me ... I’m a distant tenth and falling fast. Don’t wait for me ... They’re cleaning the stadium glass. I’m just here for the free swag. [Instrumental Break: Triumphant but slightly out-of-tune brass solo] [Final Chorus] [Style: Maximum energy, double-tracked vocals] I get back up ... I get knocked down again! You’re never gonna see me win. (Pissing the night away... on a treadmill to nowhere!) [Outro] [Style: Fading stadium noise, distant whistle] [Vocals: Whispered] "Ow! I think I pulled a hammy." [End]
