Hash Songs
Down-Down Song
Here is to... He is true blue
He's a Hasher, through and through He's A Pisspot, (He's An Asshole)
So They Say,
Tried to go to Heaven, (He'll Never Get To Heaven)
But he went the other way,
So Drink It Down, Down, Down . . .
Piss-off Song
Piss Off, Ya Wank - Melody - Auld Lang Syne
Piss Off, Ya Wank, Piss Off, Ya Wank,
Piss Off, Ya Wank, Piss Off,
Piss Off, Ya Wank, Piss Off, Ya Wank,
Piss Off, Ya Wank, Piss Off.
Hair-Song
And the hairs (and the hairs) And the hairs (and the hairs) And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
One black one, one white one, and one with a little shite on
And one with a little light on, to show us the way
She's not a great looker, but everyone took 'er
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
You'd need a coal miner to find her vagina
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
If she were my daughter I'd have them cut shorter
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
I've touched it, I've licked it, it tastes just like brisket
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
She lived by the waterfront, with the waves lapping up and down her cunt
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
She married an Italian, who was hung like a fucking stallion
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
She divorced the Italian, and married the stallion
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
I folded her lips back, and there found a six-pack
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
It was always hit-or-miss, whether I could find her clitoris
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
I reached into her thing, and there found my class ring
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
I've licked it, I've felt it, it was just like velvet
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
She says that she's not a whore, but she bangs like a
shithouse door
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
The aroma it lingers, it smells like fish fingers
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
She met a Hash House Harrier, who fucked her but wouldn't
marry her
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
It'd take a brontosaurus to eat her clitoris
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
It'd take a bloody wrecker to extract your pecker
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
It's like going through a forest, to find her clitoris
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
Her love thought he'd seduced her, but turned out he'd only goosed her.
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
On her first trip through Melbourne, she strangled her firstborn
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
She lives on a cattle ranch, and shits like a bloody avalanche
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
If she were my daughter, I'd have her cut it much shorter
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
On a trip through Vladivostock, she sampled a bit of horsecock
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
She sits on a mountain, and pisses like a bloody fountain
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
I flicked it, I licked it, I even drop kicked it
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
I fucked her, I sucked her, I even loose rucked her
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
I touched it, I poked it, I even rolled and smoked it
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
It takes a hasher from Darwin to fuck her a dozen times
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
Why Was He Born So Beautiful? - Melody - Itself
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 . . .

