Head?!? (2nd Part)
Hashers:
We don’t want women with good taste,
We want women who taste good!
Harriettes:
A good man is hard to find,
A hard man is good to find!
Hashers:
We don’t want women with good taste,
We want women who taste good!
Harriettes:
A good man is hard to find,
A hard man is good to find!
There’s a mark where the hare laid the chalk and it calls me,
But no one knows, how far it goes.
All the time wondering where-I-need-to-be is behind me,
I’m on my own, to trails unknown.
Every turn I take, every trail I track,
Is a choice I make, now I can’t turn back.
From the great unknown where we go alone,
Where I long to be,
See the mark of the chalk in the street, it calls me,
And yes I know that I can go,
There’s a beer ne’ar-by and the pack is beside me,
Soon I’ll know how far I’ll go.
It’s a long way to Hash Beer Island,
It’s a long way to go.
It’s a long way to Hash Beer Island,
To the sweetest draft I know.
I will run through the woods and Shiggy!
I’ll run through snakes and bears!
It’s a long long way to Hash Beer Island,
But cold beer is there!
Are you wearing a very fit bra?
Are you wearing a very fit bra?
If she is not wearing a very fit bra…
They will go down down down down!
We are the women who wear the Hash shoes,
We spend all your money,
We drink all your booze,
We haven’t a cherry but that is not a sin,
We still have the box the cherry came in!
We down-down beer in the morning,
We down-down beer at night,
We down-down beer on this shitty trail, it makes us feel alright,
We down-down beer in the circle, and during time of fines,
We down-down beer before we down-down beer and then we down some more.
This is – your kennel name -,
If you’re not sweating, you’re probably dying.
If you’re hardly drinking, you’re hardly trying,
And if you’re easily offended, quit your crying.
Here’s to the Hashers,
We are what we drink!
We’re prepared for this trail,
Or at least that’s what we think!
Either way we’ll Down-Down these beers,
Til there is no ‘mo.
Crush the cans,
And On-On we go!
Sweet dreams are made of cheese
Who am I to diss a brie
I cheddar the world
And the feta cheese
Everybody’s looking for Stilton
Some of them want Gouda
Some of them want Fondue
Some of them want Fontina
Some of them want Mozzarellaaaaaaa
Oh if I had boobs,
That would be the only thing I’d ever need
Oh if I had boobs,
Money, fame and fortune never could compete
If I had boobs,
Life would be a party it’d be ECSTASY!
Oh if I had boobs
B-b-b-b-b-boobs
B-b-b-b-b-boobs
B-b-b-b-b-boobs
Oh if I had boobs