Isn’t it neat?

Wouldn’t you think our collections complete

Wouldn’t you think we’re the ones, the ones who have everyone

We’ve Jizzy’s and Jizzl’s a’pllenty

We got Tables and Toppers galore

And vagina names? We’ve got 20

But who cares, no big deal, we want more

Out where we run, out where we walk, following trails of flower and chalk

Beer on your dome, soon you’ll call KAWH3 Home

What would you pay, if you could play, with all these dickheads

What would you give if you could live like a heathen

Muggles on land, don’t understand

They want to, repremand us hashers

But we’re hashers, so you bastards, are you on-on

You’re ready to know what these wankers know

You’ve got questions, S.A.D.’s my answer

Like who am I, and why won’t I, shut the fuck up

Fill up your cup

Don’t you dare frown

Cause you’re about to do a down down

And when you’re done

You will become

Part of our hash

It’s the final down down!

dowdowdown dooown,
dowdow down down down,
dowdowdown dooown,
dowdow down down down down dooown.

It’s time for on after (after),
And still, we are here.
‘Cause drinking and laughter,
Is good for us all.
With so many beers to go,
And marks to be found (to be found),
I’m sure next trail we all will show.

It’s the final down down!

dowdowdown dooown,
dowdow down down down,
dowdowdown dooown,
dowdow down down down down dooown.

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!

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!

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!

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.

The hash is gonna lay it on you
You dirty bastard Hound (awhooo!)
Your day of birth is now upon you
Drink it down down down down down