Little Hashers - by Supercockavagilisticoralambidextrous
Tune: Little Boxes (Weeds theme)
Tune: Little Boxes (Weeds theme)
Little hashers on the hillside,
Little hashers made of shiggy shiggy,
Little hashers on the hillside,
Little hashers all the same.
There's a green dress and a red dress
And there's even a Clit Empress,
And they're all made out of shiggy shiggy
And they're all drunk just the same.
Little hashers made of shiggy shiggy,
Little hashers on the hillside,
Little hashers all the same.
There's a green dress and a red dress
And there's even a Clit Empress,
And they're all made out of shiggy shiggy
And they're all drunk just the same.
And the hashers from the hillside
All went to the beer garden,
Where the drinks came in pitchers
And they drank up all the beer.
And there's doctors and reverends,
And false trails for everyone,
And they're all made out of shiggy shiggy
And they all look just the same.
All went to the beer garden,
Where the drinks came in pitchers
And they drank up all the beer.
And there's doctors and reverends,
And false trails for everyone,
And they're all made out of shiggy shiggy
And they all look just the same.
Jesus Saves!
Melody - The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause he’s nailed upon the cross (x3)
Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves
Free beer for all the hashers;
Free beer for all the hashers;
Free beer for all the hashers;
Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves
Optional Verses:
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause he's stuck behind a rock;
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause his dad knows all the trails;
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause he's nailed upon a cross;
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause his
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause he only has twelve friends;
Jesus can't go hashing he's got shiggy on his head;
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause the Jew won't pay five bucks;
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause the motherfucker's dead;
Don't give your beer to Jesus 'cause he'll turn it into wine;
Jesus can't go haring 'cause the chalk falls through his hands;
Jesus can't go hashing 'cause he's mowing my neighbor's lawn;
All the girls love Jesus ’cause he’s hung like this [spread out arms];
All the girls love Jesus 'cause they know he'll come again;
Mary was a virgin - yeah we've heard that one before;
Mary was a virgin 'cause anal doesn't count;
[Ending] Jesus, we're only kidding....
Alternate Deities:
Thor can't go hashing 'cause he's too fuckin' hammered;
Zeus can't go hashing 'cause he leaves us all in shock;
Yogi Bear
Melody - Camptown Races
There's a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi
There's a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear
Chorus:
Yogi, Yogi Bear,
Yogi, Yogi Bear,
There's a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear
Optional Verses:
Yogi has a little friend; Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo
Yogi has a twelve-in cock; Black Bear, Black Bear
Boo-Boo says he has one too; Liar, Liar
Boo-Boo has a girlfriend; Cindy, Cindy
Cindy is a frigid bitch; Polar, Polar
Cindy has a girlfriend; Klondike; Klondike
Cindy doesn't shave her snatch; Grizzly, Grizzly
Cindy wear lingerie; Teddy, Teddy
Yogi has an M16; Right-to; Right-to
Yogi likes the cub scouts; Pedo, Pedo
[Ending] This song has gone on way too long; More than, More than
[Ending] This song has gone on way too long; More than, More than
Who Said Head?
Note: Anytime someone says the word "head" on trail or in circle, the following must be repeated:
Head? Who said head?
I'll take some of that!
And I did. And it was good.
And there was much rejoicing.
And then we fucked.
We fucked for hours!
Uprooting trees, and shrubs, and flowers and shit!
We fucked like vikings!
With horns on our head!
Head? Who said head?
I'll take some of that!
Optional (usually added by just one person):
And then she licked my asshole.
And I quivered [quivering]
It wasn't fun.
It wasn't funny.
It was dangerous.
So I'm taking my dog, my girlfriend, and my football...
And I'm going home.
Fuck you, you fucking fucks!
I’m a Rowdy Hasher
Melody - I'm a little teapot
I'm a rowdy hasher
Where's my beer?
ON-ON the trail
Fuck! Where's the beer near?
Before, during, after: drink it up!
Down, Down, Bitches!: Empty your cup.
I'm a rowdy hasher
Where's my beer?
ON-ON the trail
Fuck! Where's the beer near?
Before, during, after: drink it up!
Down, Down, Bitches!: Empty your cup.
Hashing Youre the Devil
Oh, Hashing you're the devil
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and out the shiggy way
you're funner than just running
and are crazy everyday
oh hashing you're my darling drunk or sober
SCB’s are cutting boldly
We’re drinking beer both hot and coldly
give every hasher his own beer
and hug around his shoulder
so its on-on, fare thee well
oh there’s flour on the ground
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and out the shiggy way
you're funner than just running
and are crazy everyday
oh hashing you're my darling drunk or sober
SCB’s are cutting boldly
We’re drinking beer both hot and coldly
give every hasher his own beer
and hug around his shoulder
so its on-on, fare thee well
oh there’s flour on the ground
Oh, Hashing you're the devil
you're leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and out the shiggy way
you're funner than just running
and are crazy everyday
oh hashing you're my darling drunk or sober
BEER BEER BEER
A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
