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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I signed one lease in June
Now six of us make room
Tom sleeps in the pantry
Mae on the ironing board
Pete’s on the sofa arm
And Jen’s in the hall by the door
There’s a kettle on the loo
A shoe in the stew
The landlord calls and asks me
“Is that a zoo in there?”
I said, “No, it’s just Tuesday”
Then somebody spilled my chair
[Pre-Chorus]
Clap now, clap now
Count them up again
One bed, seven heads
And a cat named “Ben”
[Chorus]
Too many mates in one room
Hey, hey, too many mates
Too many mates in one room
We’re stacked like a crate
(Too many mates)
Too many mates in one room
Pass the jam, pass the blame
Too many mates in one room
And none of us know my name
[Verse 2]
The shower’s booked till noon
By three, it’s full of shoes
Dave brewed tea in a bucket
Nell cooked chips in a hat
Bri hung socks on the lamp
Then asked why the place went flat
We’ve got a rota on the wall
For the fridge and the floor
If you touch the last wee biscuit
You’re sleeping near the door
And every time the kettle screams
Somebody yells for more
[Pre-Chorus]
Stomp now, stomp now
Make the floorboards shake
One spoon left, three forks gone
Who ate my birthday cake?
[Chorus]
Too many mates in one room
Hey, hey, too many mates
Too many mates in one room
We’re stacked like a crate
(Too many mates)
Too many mates in one room
Pass the jam, pass the blame
Too many mates in one room
And none of us know my name
[Bridge]
[Breakdown]
Last night the postman came
He knocked and backed away
Said, “I brought two letters
But I fear I’ll have to pray”
The cat wore the keys
The dog had a spoon
And someone from the mattress
Was singing in tune
[Final Chorus]
Too many mates in one room
Hey, hey, too many mates
Too many mates in one room
We’re stacked like a crate
(Too many mates)
Too many mates in one room
Raise a glass, make some room
Too many mates in one room
But we’re family by noon
(too many mates)
(hey, hey)
Details
GeneratedAug 12, 2026
Duration3:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Irish pub song, fast-paced and stomping with jaunty fiddle, accordion, tin whistle, handclaps, snaps, and drum accents; verse rides a tight story-telling reel, pre-chorus piles on chaos, chorus bursts into crowd chants and call-and-response. Lead vocal is cheeky and close-mic with shouted doubles on hooks, gang vocals on punchlines, whistle fills between lines, and a final lift with claps, foot stomps, and a last-bar fiddle run. Bright, rowdy, and beer-hall loud., accordion, comedy
Credits
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Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A fast paced Irish pub ditty about too many roommates in a one bedroom apartment. Hilarity ensues. Tin whistle, drums, stomps, claps, accordion, fiddle, snaps, crowd participation, comedy
