(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.