To the tune of What shall we do with the drunken sailor.

What shall we do with the drunken hasher,
What shall we do with the drunken hasher,
What shall we do with the drunken hasher,
After all the down-downs?

Chorus:
There he goes again – pukin’ in the bushes,
There he goes again – pukin’ in the bushes,
There he goes again – pukin’ in the bushes,
After all the down-downs

We’ll shave his ass with a rusty razor,
Then shave his crotch with a new-fangled laser,
We’ll zap him in the ass with a copper’s tazer,
After all the down-downs

Chorus

That’s what we’ll do with the drunken hasher,
That’s what we’ll do with the drunken hasher,
That’s what we’ll do with the drunken hasher,
After all the down-downs