Yeah I seen on the news the economy’s [bad word] 
That you got the blues and yer livin’ on the dole 
Two years have gone since you bought your new gaf 
Well look at you now, ah you’re snivellin’ and broke

Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can 
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man 
Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can 
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man

I remember the 80s, I was just a lad 
and the airport was full with the cream of the land 
Then they came home to a greedier place 
Now they’re leaving again with the egg on their face

Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can 
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man 
Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can 
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man

And the only thing I know is that we’ll make our way to heaven, 
And the only thing I’m sure is that the other place is not a better place.

Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can 
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man 
Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can 
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man

Now you’ve sold off yer house 
and you’re selling the car 
Moved back to yer ma’s 
and u give her half your dole 
You look to the future 
and hope it’ll change 
But you’re stuck here denying, 
Ya threw it all away