
Can o’ beer
Oh I wish I was a little can of beer
(Can of beer!)
Oh I wish I was a little can of beer
(Can of beer!)
I’d go down with a slurp
And come up with a burp
Oh I wish I was a little can of beer
(Can of beer!)
Oh I wish I was a little can of beer
(Can of beer!)
Oh I wish I was a little can of beer
(Can of beer!)
I’d go down with a slurp
And come up with a burp
Oh I wish I was a little can of beer
(Can of beer!)
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.
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
We wanted to find flour and chalk
But lost on your trail
It said you’ve been fucked
It sucked
It sucked
We wanted to drink Magic Hat
But lost on your trail
We settled for Pabst
It sucked
It sucked
You’ve gotta hold on to the drink that you’ve got
It doesn’t make a difference if it’s beer or a shot
This is for the tit checks you forgot on trail
Your drinking a lot
Whoa-oh there’s no flour out there
whoa-oh you’re a shitty hare
Take some flour and use it on trail
Whoa-oh you’re a shitty hare
(High-pitched) You’re a shitty hare!
Down down down down down down down
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.
To the tune of Row, Row, Row Your Boat.
Down down down your beer,
To pay for your crimes,
Quit complaining ’bout the taste,
There is no sperm this time
We’re glad you’ve finally shut up,
You’ve finally quit your bitchin’,
So drink your beer, get out of here,
And get back in the kitchen
Our Lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
I will be drunk,
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
and forgive us our spillages,
as we forgive those that spill against us,
and lead us not into incarceration.
But deliver us from hang-overs,
for thine is the beer,
The bitter, and the lager,
forever and ever
Barmen!
To the tune of Do Re Mi.
Dough, the stuff, that buys me beer,
Ray, the guy who serves me beer,
Me, the guy, who drinks my beer,
Far, a long way for beer,
So I’ll have another beer,
La, la la la la la la,
Tea, no thanks I’ll have a beer,
And that brings us back to,
Down down down down
To the tune of the Flintstones theme song.
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They’re the biggest drunks in history,
From the town of …,
They’re the leaders in debauchery,
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch them as they down down lots of beers