Lyrics:

You hear the rumblings at the fest
Rowdy boys in ancient dress
But nae a one will near confess
What lurks beneath the tartan

You see the swagger and the sway
Imagination runs away
Could there be cloth or is there nay
Behind the pleated curtain

Finnich inarra finnich aneeah
Finnich a feileadh mor
A trophy or two and a ribbon of blue
What's up yours?

When Irish eyes are smiling
What do you think they're smiling for?
It's a nod and a wink to me lucky charms
What's up yours?

We stand here proud before the king
We love to pipe, we love to sing
Perhaps I'll do the highland fling
To show you my affection

Ye lasses with your scarlet sash
I'll give your necks a good whiplash
If you should turn and catch me crack
A smile in your direction

Finnich inara finnich aneeah
Finnich a feileadh mor
Could be the loch ness monster
What's up yours?
You can give the lass her fairin
But the gems she will adore
Are the ones she¹ll see above your knee
What's up yours?

Finnich inara finnich aneeah
Finnich a feileadh mor
A thundrous crack and a union jack
What's up yours?
When irish eyes are smilin'
What d'you think they're smilin' for?
It's a nod & a wink to me lucky charms
What's up yours?

Finnich inara finnich aneeah
Finnich a feileadh mor
A trophy or two and a ribbon of blue
What's up yours?
You can give the lass her fairin
But the gems she will adore
Are the ones she¹'l see above your knee
What's up yours?

Finnich inara finnich aneeah
Finnich a feileadh mor
Could be me jolly roger
What's up yours?

Call it the lion rampant
Call it dragon lore
Willy wallace called it freedom!
What's up yours?