Lyrics:

I came home late on a Sunday, the house was a screaming zoo
I couldn't tell if it was a party or a full-on wrecking crew
Barrels of booze in my bathroom, bodies all over my floor
They were charging me a cover at my own front door!

When the whole thing's over, there's gonna be hell to pay
'Cause when it's upside, downside, inside out, what more can you say?

Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Cad e an sceil a buachaill? What's the rumpus?

A pack of Peruvian peddlers, giving Guinness to their llamas
One came out of my bedroom, he was wearing my best pajamas
Half a dozen dancers doing hornpipes on the bar
Something running in the kitchen, and it might have been my car

When the whole thing's over, there's gonna be hell to pay
'Cause when it's upside, downside, inside out, what more can you say?

Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Cad e an sceil a buachaill? What's the rumpus?

Walshie's waltzing with a tree, Pete and Podge were on their backs
Drunken Monkeys drinking Draino and the guarda's in the jacks
People hanging out my windows and bowling down my hall
Mad music loud enough to shake the shingles off the wall

When the whole thing's over, there's gonna be hell to pay
'Cause when it's upside, downside, inside out, what more can you say?

Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Cad e an sceil a buachaill? What's the rumpus?