Category Archives: Hash Songs

You’re a shitty hare

(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.

(solo)
down,down down, down, down, down….

The Mayor of Bayswater’s Daughter

And the hairs!
And the hairs!
And the hairs of her dickey-di-do
hung down to their knees.

One black one, one white one,
and one with a bit of shite on
and one with a fairy light on,
to show is the way.

And the hairs!
And the hairs!
And the hairs of her dickey-di-do
hung down to their knees.

Here’s to Fellow Hasher

(Ach, Du Lieber Augustin)

Here’s to brother hasher,
brother 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.

So drink motherfucker!
Drink motherfucker!
Drink motherfucker!
Drink motherfucker!
Here’s to brother hasher,
may he chug-a-lug.

I’ve been searching for true trail

(To the tune of I’ve been working on the railroad)

I’ve been searching for true trail,
all the live long day.

I’ve been searching for true trail,
and somehow lost my way.

I can hear the whistles blowing,
blowing all over town.

I can hear the RA singing,
grab your beer and drink it down, down, down, down…

We Met on Tinder

To the tune of Timber, by Pitbull
(Credits to S&M Man)

She’s/He’s going down
We met on Tinder/Grindr
Gave her/him some booze
Took off my pants
This is a night
I won’t remember
What was you’re name?
Cause I forget
She’s/He’s going down, down , down, down