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Hit me with a beer check
Why don’t you hit me with a beer check
Hit me with a beer check
Flour awaaaaaay
C’mon baby c’mon, you don’t hare fair
That’s ok, I’ll drink anywhere
Get me lost with a false mark
I get back on true trail agaaaaain
Hit me with a beer check
Why don’t you hit me with a beer check
Hit me with a beer check,
Flour awaaaaaaaaay
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Oh Can of Beer
I hold within my hand
Tall, slim and cold
Beloved throughout Hashland
With foaming heads
We see thee rise
Ales, Lagers, Draughts and Stouts
From locals to imported brews
We cannot do without
Hares keep our beers
Smooth, chilled and cheap
Oh can of Beer
We run the Hash for thee
Oh can of Beer
We run the Hash for thee!
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The tired drunken hasher
Went trudging up the hill
Stopped at the beer check
And there he drank his fill
When the trail was over
His shoes were muddy brown
Though he was drunk already
He had to drink it
Down, down, down
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Whip it out at the ball game
Wave It around at the crowd
Dip it in peanuts and crackerjacks
I don’t care if you give it a whack
For its beat your meat at the ball game
If you don’t cum it’s a shame
For it’s one, two, you’re covered in goo
At the old ball game
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It’s raining, it’s pouring
Sex with you is boring
Went to bed with your sister (brother, mother, etc) instead
And didn’t wake up as horny
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The restroom door said “Gentlemen” so I just walked inside,
I took two steps and realized I’d been taken for a ride.
I heard high voices, turned and found the place was occupied
By three nuns, two old ladies and a nurse.
What could be worse,
Than three nuns, two old ladies and a nurse?
The restroom door said “Gentlemen,” it must have been a gag.
As soon as I did walk therein, I ran into some old hag.
She sprayed me with a can of Mace and hit me with her bag.
It just wasn’t cut out to be my day.
What can I say?
It just wasn’t cut out to be my day!
The restroom door said “Gentlemen” and I would like to find,
The crummy little creep who had the nerve to switch the sign.
Because I’ve got two black eyes and one high heel up my behind.
Now I’ll never sit in comfort or joy.
Boy oh boy!
Now I’ll never sit in comfort or joy.
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(Spoken)
No no no!
Bad bad bad!
Down down down!
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Lacy things,
The wife is missing.
Didn’t ask,
Her permission.
I’m wearing her clothes,
Silk pantyhose,
Walkin’ round in women’s underwear.
In the store,
There’s a teddy,
Little Straps,
Like spaghetti,
They hold me so tight,
Like handcuffs at night,
Walkin’ round in women’s underwear.
In the office there’s a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown,
He’ll say are you ready,
I’ll say no man,
Let’s wait until the wife is out of town.
Later on,
If you wanna,
We can dress,
Like Madonna.
Put on some eyeshade,
And join the parade,
Walkin’ round in women’s underwear.
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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
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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.