Hash Songs

Why Was He/She Born SoBeautiful?

Why was he/she born so beautiful?

Why was he/she born at all?

He’s/She’s no fucking use to anyone,

He’s/She’s no fucking use at all?

He/She may be a joy to his/her mother,

But he’s/She’s a pain in the arsehole to me

Drink it Down Down Down

Horse’s Penis

He’s the meanest,

He sucks the horse’s penis.

He’s the meanest,

He’s the horse’s arse.

Ever since he found it,

All he does is pound it.

He’s the meanest,

He’s the horse’s arse.

Horse’s Anus

He’s the lamest;

He licks the horse’s anus,

He’s the lamest; he’s the horse’s arse.

Ever since he found it,

All he does is mount it,

He’s the lamest; he’s the horse’s arse.

He Ought To Be Publicly Pissed on

(Tune – My Bonnie Lies Over the

Ocean)

He ought to be publicly pissed on,

He ought to be publicly shot,

He ought to be tied to a shithouse

And left there to fester and rot.

True Blue

Here’s to …………

He’s (she’s/they’re) true blue,

He’s a piss-pot through and through,

He’s a bastard so they say,

Tried to go to heaven

But he went the other way,

Drink it Down Down Down……….

Meet The Hashers

(Tune – The Flintstones)

Hashers/virgins, meet the hashers,

We’re the biggest drunks in history.

From the, town of ……….,

We’re the leaders in debauchery.

Half minds,

Trailing shiggy through the years,

Watch us, as we down a lot of beers.

Hashers/virgins meet the hashers,

You’ll have a good time,

You’ll have a great time,

You have a gay/great old time.

My One Skin

(Tune – My Bonnie Lies Over the

Ocean)

My one skin

Hangs down to my two skin,

My two skin

Hangs down to my three,

My three skin

Hangs down to my foreskin,

My foreskin

Hangs down to my knee.

So, roll back, roll back,

Oh roll back my foreskin

For me, for me.

Roll back, roll back,

Oh roll back my foreskin for me

International Hash

(Tune – 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

That I’ll be cumming too,

Coming for to carry me home.

Sometimes I’m up,

Sometimes I’m down,

Coming for to carry me home,

But I know, my soul, is heaven bound,

Coming for to carry me home.