(to the tune of Living on a prayer, Bon Jovi)
Credit to Tour De Puke
You’re spose to mark trail,
with flour dots.
Doesn’t make a difference to you if we get shot.
I hope you’re planning to drink a lot because…
[insert reason for offense that rhymes with shot]
oooooo, you’re half-way there.
Ooooo-ooooo, you’re a shitty hare, you’re a shitty hare.
down,down down, down, down, down….