These are some of the hash songs we sing at our runs. Learn the lyrics and sing along at the next hash.
Founder Gispert
By Moby Tits
To the tune of Father Abraham
Founder Gispert, laid many trails.
Shiggy trails, laid founder Gispert
We followed one of them,
And now we’re hashers,
So lets all drink a beer!
Right Arm
The mother hash, laid many trails.
Shiggy trails, laid mother hash house
We followed one of them,
And now we’re hashers,
So lets all drink a beer!
Left Arm
The father hash, laid many trails.
Shiggy trails, laid father hash house
We followed one of them,
And now we’re hashers,
So lets all drink a beer!
Right Leg
Hellgate Hash House, laid many trails.
Shiggy trails, laid Hellgate Hash House
We followed one of them,
And now we’re hashers,
So lets all drink a beer!
Left Leg
Our fucking hares, laid this trail.
Shitty trail, laid those Wankers
We followed one of them,
And now we’re drunk,
So lets all drink a beer!
Fuck you!
Don’t Say No
Oh my darling, don’t say no,
Over the sofa you gotta go.
Up with your dress,
And down with your drawers,
You tickle mine,
And I’ll tickle yours.
Her Left Tit
To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
Her left tit hangs down to her belly,
Her right tit hangs down to her knee.
If her left tit did equal her right tit,
She’d get lots of weenie from me.
Drink it down, down, down . . .
Here’s to Brother Hasher
To the tune of Ach, Du Lieber Augustin
Here’s to brother (sister) hasher,
Bother hasher, brother hasher,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.
He’s happy, he’s jolly,
He’s fucked up by golly,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.
So drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.
Harriette Song
Well, the wiggle of her ass could make a dead man cum,
And the nipples on her tits are as big as your thumb.
She’s a mean motherfucker;
She’s a great cock-sucker;
She’a a har-ri-ette!
His One Skin
To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
His one skin hangs down to his two skin,
His two skin hangs down to his three,
His three skin hangs down to his foreskin,
His foreskin hangs down to his knee.
Roll back, roll back,
Roll back his foreskin for him, for him.
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back his foreskin for him.
His body lies over the ocean,
His body lies over the sea,
His father lies over his mother,
And that’s how they created him.
It’s a Small Dick
To the tune of It’s a Small World
Well it isn’t long and it isn’t thick,
It gets hard too slow and it cums too quick,
It gets lost in her twat,
But it’s all that he’s got,
It’s a small, small, dick.
It’s a small dick after all,
It’s a small dick after all,
Always limp from alcohol,
It’s a small, small, dick!
Leaving on a Hash Run
To the tune of Leaving on a Jet Plane
By Smoking Wiener, Rocket Shitty HHH
All my flours packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standing here outside your door
I hate to tank you up and say goodbye
But the trail is breakin’, its early morn’
The hash is waiting, they’re blowin’ the horn
Already I’m so thirsty I could cry.
CHORUS:
So chase me and cheer for me
Tell me that you’ll leer for me
Chase me like you really want me so
I’m leavin’ on a hash run
I don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh, beer, I hate to go.
There’s so many times I’ve laid flour down
So many times I’ve screwed around
I tell you now, It’s the best damned thing
Every place I hash, I think of you
Every down I do, I do for you
When I come back, I’ll wear your cock ring.
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me frig you
Then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
Dream about the hash to come
When I won’t have to hash alone
About the times, I won’t have to say, (chorus)
Love Me Tender
To the tune of Love Me Tender
By Nipple Me Elmo
Love me tender, love me sweet
Wrap your lips around my meat
Watch me smile and watch me grin
As the cum rolls down, down, down, down, down etc . . .
Meet the Hashers
To the tune of Flintstones Theme
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They’re the biggest drunks in history,
From the town of Missoula,
They’re the leaders in debauchery.
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch them as they down a lot of beers,
Down down, down down down down,
Down down down down down down down down down,
Down down, down down down down,
Down down down down down down down down down.
Monday Is A Wanking Day
leader: Today is Monday!
all: Today is Monday!
leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
all: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
Chorus:
leader: Is everybody happy?
all: You bet your ass we are!
all: (raise cups over heads and make one complete turn while humming)
da da dut da da, da da dut da da
leader: Today is Tuesday!
all: Today is Tuesday!
leader: Tuesday is a finger day! (fingering motion)
all: Tuesday is a finger day! (fingering motion)
leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
all: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
Chorus
(now that you’ve got the idea, here are the rest of the days)
Wednesday is a hmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
Thursday is a drinking day! (raise glass in salute)
Friday is a fucking day! (humping motions, cheering, happiness)
Saturday is a hashing day! (running motions, cheering, happiness)day
of rest
Sunday is a hashing day (low key, almost quiet)
Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Comin’ for to carry me home
A band of angels comin’ after me
Comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Comin’ for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I’m comin’ too
Comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
I’m sometimes up and sometimes down
Comin’ for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home
They Ought to be Publicly Pissed On
To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
They ought to be publicly pissed on,
They ought to be publicly shot,
They ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot,
Drink it down, down, down . . .
Why Was He Born So Beautiful
Why was he born so beautiful?
Why was he born at all?
He’s no fuckin’ use to anyone,
He’s no bloody use at all.
They say he’s a joy to his mother,
But he’s a pain in the asshole to me,
He’s fresh as a daisy,
He drives me crazy,
So drink it down, down, down . . .
