Oh how my words have come back to haunt me

Well its 11.30pm, I am about to hit the hay, and in the distance I hear a faint rambling and screeching gradually getting louder and louder until a ungodly singing group of drunken teenagers (obviously celebrating May Day) halt outside my window to give me a complete update of the weekly top 40, including two renditions of the number 1! (This must be their favourites uh?) Slobbering beat box sounds included! Like having twenty clones of my sister outside my front door. I think I might go outside and join them. Just let me fill up this ice cold bucket of water and I'll be right with you!