(Ode to Joy)
How much beer has he been drinking,
he is looking mighty lit.
As we stand here are we thinking:
do we really give a shit.
Who’s that wanker,
so unseemly
that his mum would surely frown.
Grab your beer and hold it firmly,
drink it, drink it, down, down, down.
(Meet the Flintstones)
Hashers, meet the hashers,
they’re the biggest drunks in history.
From the hash of harrisburg,
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 down down down,
down down down down down down,
down down down down down down down!
This is your down-down song,
it isn’t very long.
You’re so fucking stupid,
you’re so fucking dumb.
If it wasn’t for your mother,
you’d be a spot of cum!
(Frère Jacques)
There’s a virgin.
There’s a virgin.
On our hash.
On our hash.
Gonna get him/her fucked up.
Gonna get him/her fucked up.
Down the hatch.
Down the hatch.
Why was s/he born so beautiful?
Why was s/he born at all?
S/he’s no fucking use to anyone,
s/he’s no fucking use at all.
S/he’s may be a joy to her mother,
but s/he’s just an asshole to me.
Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be.
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee.
For cunt, for cunt, for country and for queen.
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be.
If I had the eye of an eagle,
if I had the wings of a crow,
I’d fly over god’s creation
and shit on the hashers below, below.
Shit on, shit on,
shit on the hashers below, below.
Shit on, shit on,
shit on the hashers below.
(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….
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.