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Hindu Kush Hash House Harriers

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HINDU KUSH HASH HOUSE HARRIERS

(to the tune of "Gilligan's Island")

Just sip your swill and you’ll hear a tale

A tale of military might

That started with some paratroops

Aboard a chartered flight.

 

You could feel the excitement in the air

All eager, brave and sure

Ready to serve their duty

For a twelve month tour, a twelve month tour.

 

Three months in and it was getting close,

The halfway point was near

If not for the decision of a chosen few

It would’ve only been a year, it would’ve only been a year.

 

The word came out like a weight was dropped

We’ve been screwed like this before

It took a month to verify

Fifteen months not more, fifteen months not more.

 

So this is the tale of the castaways

We’re here for a long, long time

We’ll have to make the best of things,

We signed the dotted line, we signed the dotted line.

 

No beer, no sex, no luxuries,

Only 18 days of leave,

No family time, no privacy,

As oppressive as can be, as oppressive as can be.

 

So join us here each time my friends,

For a short time you’ll be free,

From meetings, rank and paperwork

Here at Hindu Kush H3, Here at Hindu Kush H3.


HERE’S TO …

Here's to [Hasher’s Name],

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,

So drink it down, down, down . . .

 

SALLY IN THE ALLEY

Sally in the alley, sifting cinders,

Lifted up her leg and farted like a man,

Wind from her ass blew out six winders,

Cheeks of her ass went BAM! BAM! BAM!

So drink it down, down, down . . .

 

ZULU WARRIOR

Olle, zooma zooma,

Olle, zooma zooma chief,

Olle, zooma zooma,

Olle, zooma zooma chief,

Drink it down Zulu warrior,

Drink it down Zulu chief,

chief, chief, chief!

 

SOLDIER SONG

Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be,

To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee,

For cunt, for cunt, for country not a king,

Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,

A soldier I will be.

Drink it down, down, down . . .

 

DOES A HASHER?

Does a hasher like to walk,

Does a hasher like to run,

Does a hasher like to be where they're having all the fun?

Can he drink a 12-ounce beer,

While his friends all sing and cheer,

Now your time has come.

So drink it down, down, down . . .

 

THE BEER SONG

Doe, the stuff that buys me beer…

Ray, the guy that buys me beer…

Me, the one that drinks the beer...

Fah, A long long way to buy beer...

Sooo, I'll have another beer...

La, la la la la la beer.....

Tea, no thanks, I'll have a beer...

Which brings us back to doe doe doe doe....

MEET THE HASHERS

Hashers, meet the hashers,

They're the biggest drunks in history,

From the…many services,

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,

Down down down down down down…

 

LITTLE BROWN MOUSE

Oooooh, liquor was spilled on the barroom floor, and the bar was closed for the night.

And out of the hole came a little brown mouse who sat in the pale moonlight.

 

Heeeee, lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor And back on his haunches he sat.

And all night long you could hear him ROAR, bring on the G*Damn cat!!

 

Weeelllll, out came the cat and they had a little spat and the cat ate up on the mouse (chomp chomp)

And the moral of the story iiiiiissssssss,

YOU CAN’T DRINK LIQUOR ON THE HOUSE!!

 

MY DEAD DOG ROVER

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover

That I overran with the mower

One leg is missing

The other is gone

Another one is shredded

All over the lawn

There's no use explaining

The one remaining

It's spinning on the carport floor

Oh I'm looking over my dead dog Rover

That I overran

That I overran

That I overran with the mower.

 

SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot

Coming for to carry me home

 

I looked over Jordan and what did I see

Coming for to carry me home

A band of angels coming after me

Coming for to carry me home

 

If you get there before I do

Coming for to carry me home

Tell all my friends I'm coming too

Coming for to carry me home

 

SPECIAL OCCASION SONGS, ETC.

 

WHY ARE WE WAITING?

(used when hasher takes too long to down drink or for when pack is not kept entertained)

 

Why are we waiting,

Could be in bed sleeping (out PT-ing),

Oh, why are we waiting,

So fucking long, etc . . .

 

HASH PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE

I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the Hindu Kush Hash House Harriers.  And to the debauchery, for which it stands, one hash, without rules, incorrigible, with shiggy, and beer, for all.

 

OUR LAGER

Our Lager

Which art in barrels,

Hallowed be thy drink.

Thy will be drunk,

I will be drunk,

At home as in the tavern.

Give us this day our foamy head,

And forgive us our spillages,

As we forgive those who spill against us.

And lead us not into incarceration,

But deliver us from hangovers.

For thine is the Beer, The Bitter, and the Lager,

Barmen.