Hashers, meet the hashers,

Hashers, meet the hashers,
They're the biggest drunks in history,
From the town of (where you are),
They're the leaders in debauchery.
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch them as they down a lot of beers,
Down down, down down down down

He's the Meanest

He's the meanest
He sucks the horse's penis
He's the meanest, he's the horse's ass.
Ever since he found it
All he does is pound it
He's the meanest, he's the horse's ass.
So drink! Chug a Lug, Chug a Lug,
Drink! Chug a Lug, Chug a Lug,
Drink! Chug a Lug, Chug a Lug,

Here's to the Virgins

Here's to the virgins ,
He's true blue,
He's a Hasher,
Through and through,
He's a pisspot,
So they say,
Tried to go to heaven,
But he went the other way,
Drink it down, down, down . .

Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hasshhy birrrthday, fuckk youuu,
Hashy birthday, fuck you.

Why was he born so pitiful?
Why was he born at all?
He's no fuckin' use to anyone,
He's no fuckin' use at all.
They say he's a joy to his mother,
But he's a pain in the asshole to me,
So, drink it down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down

Here I cum, down your way,
I can come twice a day,
I'm your mailman.
I can come in any kind of weather,
Don't you know my bags are made of leather?
I don't mess with keys or locks,
I'll stick it in your box,
I'm your mailman.

Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be,
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee,
For cunt, for cunt, country I will fight,
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,
A soldier I will be.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

His One Skin

His one skin hangs down to his two skin,
His two skin hangs down to his three,
His three skin hangs down to his foreskin,
His foreskin hangs down to his knee.
Roll back, roll back,
Roll back his foreskin for him, for him.
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back his foreskin for him.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

Mrs Murphy

Take it in your hand Mrs Murphy
For it only ways a quarter of a pound
It's got hair on its neck like a turkey (gobble, gobble!)
And it spits when you shake it up and down

IDrink it down, down, down . . .

Little Bird

There was a little bird,
No bigger than a turd
And he sat upon a telegraph pole.
He stuck out his little neck,
And he shat about a peck
As he puckered up his little asshole.

Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,
As he puckered up his little asshole.

This is a Hashing Song..

This is your Hashing song,
It isn't very long . . .
Drink it down, down, down...

Zulu Warrior

Olé zooma zooma zooma
Olé zooma zooma hey
Drink it down you Zulu warrior
Drink it down you Zulu chief, chief, chief!

They Ought to be Publicly Pissed On

They ought to be publicly pissed upon,
They ought to be publicly shot,
They ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot,
Drink it down, down, down . . .

Ball Game

Whip it out at the ball game
Wave it round at the crowd
Dip it peanuts and crackerjack
I don't care if you give it a whack
Because it's
Beat your meat at the ball game
If you don't cum it's a shame
It's one, two
And you're covered in goo
At the old ball game

Here's to Brother Hasher

Here's to brother (sister) hasher,
Bother hasher, brother hasher,
Here's to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.

He's happy, he's jolly,
He's fucked up by golly,
Here's to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.

HE'S GOT A DOSE OF CLAP

(Clap rhythmically)
He's got a dose of clap on his dick,
He's got a dose of clap on his dick,
He's got a dose of clap on his dick,
And it goes drip, drip, drip...
Drink it down, down, down . . .

HEAD!

Who said head?
I'll take some of that,
So I did, and it was good
And there was much rejoicing.
We fucked for hours
Uprooting trees & bushes & flowers,
We fucked like Vikings
With horns on our HEAD!

HEAD! Who said head?

Shitty Trail (A Song For The Hares)

RA: What did ya think of the trail?
Hounds: Shitty!

S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
Shitty trail (It sucked)
Shitty trail (really fucked)
The motherfuckers laid a shitty trail (shitty trail)
I would rather drink a beer than hash your shitty trail,
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L

Downtown (Sung to the song)

Down down, down down
down down Down down,
down down down down

Where Were You?

Where, where were you last week?
Why did you make us hash all alone?
You fat, lazy bastards, you weren't even here
So we fucked all the virgins and drank all the beer

Down, down, drink it all down
Drink it all down, drink all of that beer
You fat, lazy bastards, you weren't even here
So we fucked all the virgins and drank all the beer

Syphilis

Syphilis
It all started with a little kiss
Now I find it hard to take a piss
Since I contracted Syphilis

Leprosy
Body parts are falling off of me
I'm not half the man I used to be
Since I contracted Leprosy

Ziggy Zaggy...

Ziggy Zaggy Ziggy Zaggy
OY OY OY
Ziggy Zaggy Ziggy Zaggy
OY OY OY
Drink it down, down, down

I've Only Half a Brain

I could while away the hours
Searchin' hills for flour
Across a wide terrain.
I'd be chipper, and I'd be cheerful
If my stomach had a beerful
'Cause I've only half a brain.

With my arms and legs akimbo
I'll be chasing after bimbos
Through mud thorns and rain.
I'll be making lots of passes
As I fondle all their asses
'Cause I've only half a brain.

Rover

I'm looking over, My dead dog Rover,
That I over ran with the mower.
One leg is missing,
The other is gone,
The third leg is shredded,
All over the lawn.
You see there's no use explaining,
The one remaining,
It's spinning on the carport floor
(the carport floor),
I'm looking over, My dead dog Rover,
That I over ran, that I over ran,
That I over ran with the mower.

Mutant Gene DownDown Song

I could hash and drink beer,
As the trail disappears,
At 6 o'clock this wanker stumbles in.

Drink up Mutant Gene,
Oh what can it mean,
To a front running bastard,
And a closet queen.

Mega Hash Song

Chatin' with Sponge Dick,
Scratching a deer tick,
All of those wankers covered with soil.
Strummin' my six inch,
Feeling a butt pinch,
Smells like Hillfrigger, I'm ready to hurl.

Wastin' away again at the Megahash,
Searching for a lost dollop of flour,
Some wankers took the turkey trail,
But I know I've been out here for hours.

(tiny tank verse)
I don't know the reason,
I hare this each season,
Nothin' to show but this brand new PI,
But it's on my booty,
Shaped like a cootie,
How it got there I'm still asking why.

Wastin' away again at the Megahash,
Searching for a lost dollop of flour,
Some wankers took the turkey trail,
But I know I've been out here for hours.

Little Bird

There was a little bird,
Looking so absurd,
And he sat upon a telegraph pole.
He ruffled up his neck,
His feathers were a wreck
As he puckered up his little nostrils.

Nostrils,Nostrils,Nostrils,Nostrils,
As he puckered up his little nostrils.

His One Chin

His one chin hangs down to his two chin,
His two chin hangs down to his three,
His three chin hangs down to his four chin,
His four chin makes him a fatty.
Eat less, eat less,
Eat less to loss that four chin, four chin.

Eat less, eat less,
Eat less to loss that four chin.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

Well the wiggle of her ass would
make a dead man cum,
And the nipples on her tits are the
size of my thumb.
She's a mean motherfucker;
She's a great cock-sucker;
She'a a har-ri-ette!

Well the dimples in his cheeks
would make a butt chug fun,
As the turds from his ass
roll off of your tongue.
He's a gay motherfucker,
and a great cock-sucker;
He's got a hairy ass!