
You are my hash shit
To the tune of You Are My Sunshine.
You are my hash shit, my only hash shit,
You make me stinky, when I wear you,
I’ll always add more, to your collection,
Oh, give my hash shit away
To the tune of You Are My Sunshine.
You are my hash shit, my only hash shit,
You make me stinky, when I wear you,
I’ll always add more, to your collection,
Oh, give my hash shit away
To the tune of La Marseillaise, the French anthem.
A Frenchman went to the lavatory,
To have a jolly good shit, (shit!, shit!)
He took his coat and his trousers off,
So that he could revel in it, (it!, it!)
But when he reached for the paper,
He found that someone had been there before,
“Ou est le papier?
Ou est le papier?
Monsieur, monsieur, je fait manure.
Ou est le papier?”
To the opening tune of The Mickey Mouse Club.
S-H-I, T-T-Y, T-R-A-I-L
Shitty trail (It sucked!)
Shitty trail (Totally fucked!)
I’d rather sit here
And drink my beer
Than run your shitty trail
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it, I’ve been in between it,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
It would take a coal miner to find her vagina
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
She married an Italian with balls like a bloody stallion
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
If she was my daughter I’d cut them a little shorter
’cause the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I’ve felt it, I’ve smelt it, it’s just like a piece of velvet
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
She slept with a demon who washed her with semen
And the hairs on her dicky dinah hang down to her knees.
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
She’s not a great looker, but everyone took ‘er
And the hairs of her dicky dinah hung down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I’ve touched it, I’ve licked it, it tastes just like brisket
And the hairs of her dicky dinahhung down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
I folded her lips back, and there found a six-pack
And the hairs of her dicky dinah hung down to her knees
And they’re hares, and they’re hares,
And the hairs on the dicky dinah went down to her knees
(How many?)
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on to show us the way
The aroma it lingers, it smells like fish fingers
And the hairs of her dicky dinah hung down to her knees
There was a little bird,
No bigger than a turd,
Sitting on a telephone pole
It ruffled up its neck,
And shat a little speck,
And puckered up his little asshole
Asshole, asshole,
You’re nothing but a little asshole