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?