(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.
Here’s to ______, s/he’s so blue.
S/he’s a Hasher through and through.
S/he’s a pisspot, so they say.
Tried to go to heaven, but s/he went the other way.
(To the tune of Hee-Haw)
Where, oh where, were you last week?
Why did you make us hash all alone?
You fat, lazy bastards, you weren’t even here!
So we fucked all the virgins, and drank all the beer!
Drink, drink, drink it on down…
(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…
There are no serious hashers in a marathon (in a marathon).
Oh, There are no serious hashers in a marathon. (in a marathon).
Cause they run so fucking far,
and they don’t stop at the bar.
Oh, There are no serious hashers in a marathon.
Drink it down, down down…
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