Offensive
Joy to the girls,
Of (kennel name) Hash.
Your presents in my pants,
Now won’t you just unwrap it,
Now bitch better get to lappin it,
Repeat that bobbing stroke,
Repeat that bobbing stroke,
Repeat repeat until you choke.
Joy to the girls,
I’ve finally cum,
A past time I enjoy.
Now get your shrivelled beanie,
Up off my fucking weenie,
And call yourself a cab,
And get me one more beer,
And remember you’re doing it again next year!
Offensive
The lady of the manor,
was dressing for the ball.
When she saw the old town cripple,
Tossing up against the wall.
Chorus:
With his rare old kidney wiper,
And his balls the size of 3 (or 4, or 5),
And a yard and a half of foreskin,
Hanging below his knees.
Yippee yhi yeh,
Yippee yhi yo,
Foreskins in the sky.
Verse 2:
She wrote him a letter,
A letter she did write,
Saying I’d rather be had by you sir,
Than my husband any night.
Chorus
Verse 3:
He mounted his white charger,
The finest in the land,
And rode up to the manor,
With his penis in his hand.
Chorus
Verse 4:
He rode up to the manor,
He rode up to the hall,
Good god cried the butler,
He’s come to fuck us all,
Chorus
Verse 5:
He fucked them in the kitchen,
He fucked them in the hall,
He even ducked the paintings,
That were hanging on the wall.
Chorus
Verse 6:
Some say he went to heaven,
Some say he went to hell,
Some say he fucked the devil,
And his devil wife as well.
Chorus
Verse 7:
Now listen to my story,
I tell you do take heed,
Or the old town cripple will come for you,
And do his dirty deed.
Last chorus:
with his rare old kidney wiper,
And his balls the size of 3 (or 4, or 5),
And a yard and a half of foreskin,
Hanging below his knees.
Yippee yhi yeh,
Yippee yhi yo,
Foreskins in the…
Yippee yhi yeh,
Yippee yhi yo,
Foreskins in the sky!
Offensive
From the hole in my dear mother’s womb,
Came a sorry prick like me.
I have fucked the cunt of cattle,
And a hairy chimpanzee.
First to find the bright red condom,
Keep up on her till she screams.
I am proud to wear the title,
Of a hashing sex machine!
Offensive
Off we go,
Into the hot vagina.
Wiggling our tails,
Looking for eggs.
Some of us will,
bounce off her tonsils.
Some of us will,
drip down her legs.
I’m the one,
that found the hole in the condom.
Finally,
Reaching my goal!
This must,
Be it!
Oh no it’s shit,
He stuck it up the Hershey hole!
Offensive
Asshole!
Asshole!
A soldier I will be!
To piss!
To piss!
Two pistols on my knee!
For Cunt! (Whose cunt?)
For Cunt! (Her cunt)
For country of the free!
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole
A soldier I will be!
Offensive
Puff the magic tampon lived between her knees,
In the magic land of filthy yeast and cheese.
Then one day puff sprang a leak,
But don’t get mad you nasty bitch,
It’s been in there all week!
Offensive
Buddy you’re a hare make a shit trail,
Layin’ in the street gonna be a good hare some day,
You got beer on yo’ face,
You big disgrace,
Spillin yo down down all over the place,
Singin’
We will we will hash you!
We will we will hash you!
Buddy you’re a drunk hound lost hound,
Shoutin’ in the street gonna find your way on trail some day,
You got blood on yo’ face,
You big disgrace,
Trippin over shiggy all over the place,
We will we will hash you,
(Sing it!)
We will we will hash you,
Buddy you’re an old hound horny hound,
Pleadin’ with your eyes gonna get you some sex some day,
You got tits on your face,
Big disgrace,
(Male Hasher’s name) in drag you should have said no thanks.
Singin we will we will hash you,
We will we will hash you.
You will, you will down down.
You will, you will down down.
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I’ve paid my dues,
Been lost out on trail,
I’ve lost my beer,
So I’m gonna wail.
And bad mistakes,
I’ve made a few,
I’ve hit my share of falsies and backchecks,
But I’ve come through!
Chorus:
We are the hashers, my friends,
And we’ll keep on hashing ’til the end.
We are the hashers,
We are the hashers,
No time for back checks,
‘Cause we are the hashers of the world!
I was frb,
And now dfl,
That back check got me lost and everything that goes with it,
Til I found you all.
The trail’s been no bed of roses,
No pleasure cruise,
I consider it a challenge before the whole drunken race,
And I ain’t gonna lose
Chorus
Uncategorized
Donnie the retard,
Had an eight pound melon head,
He was five foot three and he said to me,
Hiii myyy naaame isss Donnnnnie!
Notes: After everyone screams the final line, some RAs likes to scream something related to whatever the accusation was.
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Chorus, all:
I used to work in Chicago , in an old department store
I used to work in Chicago , but I don’t work there anymore
Call: A woman came in for some velvet
Response: Some velvet from the store?
Call: Velvet she wanted, felt she got!
Response: Oh, I don’t work there anymore!
Chorus
Alternative call and response verses:
A computer she wanted, my wang she got.
A computer she wanted, my hard drive she got.
Some pork she wanted, my white meat she got.
Help she wanted, my AIDS she got.
A translator she wanted, my cunning-linguist she got.
A board she wanted, nailed she got.
A nail she wanted, a screw she got.
Carpet she wanted, shag she got.
A fishing rod she wanted, my pole she got.
Jewellery she wanted, a pearl necklace she got.
Camels she wanted, humped she got.
A KitKat she wanted, four fingers she got.
A KitKat she wanted, my Chunky she got.
A screen door she wanted, slammed she got.
A screen door she wanted, the back door she got.
Paper she wanted, a ream she got.
A good deal she wanted, fucked she got.
A cucumber she wanted, my pickle she got.
A ruler she wanted, 12 inches she got.
A pizza she wanted, a backdoor delivery she got.
A hammer she wanted, nailed she got.
A horse she wanted, donkey punched she got.
An application she wanted, filled out she got.
A helicopter she wanted my chopper she got.