It's Hogmanay?

Whit's it all aboot, bringin New year in and lettin the auld year oot. People singin in the street, they should be in their beds, asleep. A door flies open somebody shouts, happy new year and f**k the pope, an a bottle comes straight though their windae, an f**k you too, a green scarf shouts. The fight has started doon the street, thats a must for hogmanay, a flash of steel, a scream, a gasp, Some mither's son has breathed his last. Whit's it all aboot bringin New Year in an lettin the Auld Year oot.