joy – Hash House Harriers Songbook

We had joy

To the tune of the chorus of Seasons in the Sun.

We had joy, we had fun
We went streaking in the sun,
But the cops, they had guns,
And they shot us in the buns

Why were they born so beautiful,
Why were they born at all?

They’re no bloody use to anyone
They’re no bloody use at all

They might be a joy to their mothers
But they’re a pain in the ass to us all