The following is more or less standard repertoire of hash songs compiled by Banana Condom for the Beijing Hash House Harriers. Please note that wit counts for everything when one is being bawdy. Crassness is not cool unless it can be justified by the wit involved.
(WARNING: Language and content may be offensive to some viewers)
PROCEDURAL SONGS
SHITTY TRAIL S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L I would rather drink a beer than hash a shitty trail, THE BEIJING HASH SONG [Virgins / New Cummers] (Tune of Daisy Bell aka Bicycle Built for Two) Beijing, Beijing, what a wonderful place to hash, Beijing, Beijing, what a wonderful place to be, (Verse two origin: Beijing Obscene, September 1, 1996. Vol 1, Issue 700) WHAT A WANK [Long Time No Sees song] (Tune of the William Tell Overture) What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank, THE HASHER SONG [Patches/Muggings/Namings]
He/She’s a hasher, he’s true blue, THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR HASHING [New shoes song] These boots are made for hashing, WHY ARE WE WAITING? [When the hash waits] (Tune of O Come Let Us Adore Him) Why are we waiting? BULLSHIT Bullshit, bullshit, AND THE HARES OF HER DICKEY-DI-DO [When calling the hares in] And the hares! FUCK OFF, YOU WANK [FOYW] (Sung to Auld Lang Syne) Fuck off, you wank, fuck off, you wank, HAPPY BIRTHDAY (FUCK YOU) [Birthday song] (Tune of Happy Birthday To You) Happy birthday, fuck you, BIRTHDAY DIRGE [Alternate birthday song] Happy birthday [thump], DOWN DOWN SONGS 5-4-3-2-1 5-4-3-2-1, on your head! THE CLAP SONG [When hasher can’t drink beer] He’s got the clap again, DOUGH, RAY, ME Dough, the stuff that buys me beer, THE DOWN-DOWN SONG This is a down-down song, THE FORESKIN SONG [When 4 hashers in circle] My one skin hangs down to my two skin, HERE’S TO BROTHER/SISTER HASHER [May be sung to visitors, or whenever] (Tune of: The More We Get Together) Here’s to brother hasher, brother hasher, brother hasher, I LIKE BEER I like beer, I like beer, IF YOUR GIRL/BOYFRIEND TASTES LIKE SHIT If your girlfriend tastes like shit, turn her over, If your girlfriend tastes like shit, turn her over. IT’S A SMALL DICK AFTER ALL Well, it’s not too hard, and it’s not too thick, MEET THE HASHERS Hashers, meet the hashers, LET’S GO DOWN TO THE RIVER They’re tearing down the hash bar. The pub’s only got one bar, The bartenders won’t be selling beer, The bar girls all wear iron panties, They’re draining the river, Let’s go down to the river, Let’s go down to the river, And drink the bastard dry, Let’s go down to the river, PUT YOUR LEFT LEG OVER MY SHOULDER Put your left leg over my shoulder, (wag tongue) La la la la la la la la la, Put your left tit over my shoulder, (wag tongue) La la la la la la la la la, SANLITUN BAR SONG They ought to be publicly shat on, SHE’S/HE’S ALL RIGHT For harriets: She’s all right, For well-endowed harriets She’s all right, For hashers He’s all right, SUCK SWALLOW Suck, swallow. WHY WAS SHE BORN SO BEAUTIFUL? Why was she born so beautiful? ZULU WARRIOR A lay zooma zooma zooma, NATIONAL ANTHEMS LATIN-AMERICAN DOWN SONG (Dazed & Confused Special) Porque a penas estamos comenzando la fiesta, Arriba la Virgen del Carmen.. [Short Version] Arriba! PISSONYA Pissonya, pissonya, pissonya Shitonya, shitonya, shitonya Cumonya, cumonya, cumonya ALL AUSTRALIANS ARE BORN ILLEGITIMATE [Aussie National Anthem](Tune of The Old Gray Mare) All Australians are born illegitimate, They ain’t got no, birth certificates, BRITISH SAILOR SONG Yankee tapping on my window Yankee takes my clothes off slowly Yankee make love to me slowly Me no likey British sailor BESTIALITY’S BEST BOYS [Kiwi National Anthem] Bestiality’s best, boys, RULE, BRITANNIA! [Pom National Anthem] (Tune of Rule, Britannia!) Rule, Britannia, AMERICA, FUCK YEAH! [Yank National Anthem] America, fuck yeah! OTHER OCCASIONS HEAD! [Whenever anybody says HEAD] Head? Alternate verse: And then she licked my ass, INTERNATIONAL HASH HYMN Swing low, sweet chariot, (repeat with variations: tongue out, humming, silent, disco, etc.) SINGING IN THE RAIN I’m singing in the rain, (Arms out! Thumbs up! Elbows in! Knees together! Butt out! Head back! Tongue out!) SEASONAL PERVERSITY THE TWELVE DAYS OF HASHING (By Mini-Me and the Reverend Slackbladder) On the first day of hashing, my true love gave to me… ADDITIONS TO THE BJH3 REPETOIRE (Some old, some new) BALLS TO MR. BANGELSTEIN -bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal”>Balls to Mr. Bangelstein, Bangelstein, Bangelstein, BLESSING OF THE HARES Bless these hares, FATHER BIRMINGHAM Father Birmingham likes Altar Boys, (Jab right finger in time with the melody; add following lines and movements to the end of the verse as the song progresses) With the left finger (Jab left finger out) Final run of chorus, all motions included; end with: “AHH! MEN!” THE HASH HOUSE HARRIERS Their running is convulsive, Chorus: Duh-duh-duh-duh, (snap snap) Their flatulence is rude and, They’re always shiggy tracking, O-R-G-Y Give me an “O”! Give me an “R”! Give me a “G”! Give me a “Y”! What does that spell? ORGY! What does that take? OUR LAGER Our lager, THE SOLDIER SONG Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be, TWENTY TOES There’s a game called twenty toes, WHIP IT OUT AT THE BALLGAME Whip it out at the ballgame, YOU’RE #1 (Short for down-downs) You’re not #5, ( hold up five fingers) OLD AND FORGOTTEN HASH SONGS FROM THE ANNALS OF HASH HISTORY DO YOUR BALLS HANG LOW? Do your balls hang low? CHORUS: Ting-a-ling, God damn, *Additional verses for measures 5 and 6: Do they make a lusty clamor, DO YOUR TITS HANG LOW? Do your tits hang low? Are your tits real small? Are your tits just right? Do your tits go squish, Are your tits real hard? Do your tits have hair? Are your tits really real? If your tits are teeny weeny, I DON’T WANT TO JOIN THE ARMY I don’t want to join the army, I don’t want a bayonet up my asshole, Mondy I touched her on the ankle, JUNGLE SMELL Jungle smell, jungle smell, Jungle smell, jungle smell, ALLOUETE Alouette, gentille Alouette, Has she got the curly hair? Has she got the bushy brows? Has she got the broken nose, etc. MAYOR OF BAYSWATER’S DAUGHTER The Mayor of Bayswater, And the hairs (and the hairs) She’s not a great looker, but everyone took ‘er You’d need a coal miner to find her vagina If she were my daughter I’d have them cut shorter I’ve touched it, I’ve licked it, it tastes just like brisket She lived by the waterfront, with the waves lapping up and down her cunt She married an Italian, who was hung like a fucking stallion She divorced the Italian, and married the stallion I folded her lips back, and there found a six-pack It was always hit-or-miss, whether I could find her clitoris I reached into her thing, and there found my class ring I’ve licked it, I’ve felt it, it was just like velvet She says that she’s not a whore, but she bangs like a shithouse door The aroma it lingers, it smells like fish fingers She stayed in Seattle, and went down on cattle She met a Hash House Harrier, who fucked her but wouldn’t marry her It’d take a brontosaurus to eat her clitoris It’d take a bloody wrecker to extract your pecker It’s like going through a forest, to find her clitoris Her love thought he’d seduced her, but turned out he’d only goosed her. On her first trip through Melbourne, she strangled her firstborn She lives on a cattle ranch, and shits like a bloody avalanche If she were my daughter, I’d have her cut it much shorter On a trip through Vladivostock, she sampled a bit of horsecock She sits on a mountain, and pisses like a bloody fountain I flicked it, I licked it, I even drop kicked it I fucked her, I sucked her, I even loose rucked her I touched it, I poked it, I even rolled and smoked it It takes a hasher from Halve Mein to fuck her a dozen times I LIKE MY VINO I like my Beer, it makes me feel queer, My sister Belinda she pissed out the window, YOGI BEAR SONG There is a bear in the deep dark woods, CHORUS (REPEAT PREVIOUS VERSE): Yogi, Yogi Bear! VERSES Yogi has a little friend, Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear! Boo-Boo has a girlfriend, Cyndi, Cyndi Yogi has a girlfriend, Suzi, Suzi Cyndi has a shaven snatch, Grizzly, Grizzly Cyndi wears crotchless undies, Teddy, Teddy Cyndi likes it on the ice, Polar, Polar Cyndi gets what she deserves, Pregnant, Pregnant Suzi likes it up the rear, Dirty, Dirty Suzi’s boyfriend has no teeth, Gummi, Gummi Suzi’s snatch it smells like cheese, Camel, Camel Suzi she has great big tits, More than, More than (I can bear) Suzi gets four bits an hour, Jingle, Jingle Cyndi’s tampon has no string, Cotton, Cotton Yogi didn’t use a condom, Daddy, Daddy Boo-Boo likes it upside down, Koala, Koala Boo-Boo has a twelve-inch cock, Cindy’s a lucky bear Boo-Boo’s only three feet tall, Yogi’s a lucky bear Boo-Boo likes it up the butt, Yogi’s a lucky bear Yogi didn’t wipe his butt, Brown, Brown Yogi uses Afro-Sheen, Black, Black Yogi got a case of crabs, Itchy, Itchy Yogi lights Kuwaiti farts, Saddam, Saddam Boo-Boo likes to stroke his tool, Wanker, Wanker Yogi also likes young boys, Poofter, Poofter SONG ENDER: Yogi he has HIV, Dying, Dying Bear!
Shitty trail (It sucked!),
Shitty trail (It was fucker!),
The motherfuckers laid a shitty trail.
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
We have great fun dodging the shit and trash.
Our skies are never clear,
But we have cheaper beer.
We like our drinks,
Our singing stinks.
On-On with the Beijing Hash.
Beidaihe’s quite close, a place just by the sea.
The runs are usually longgggg,
But always end in song.
Our singing stinks,
Let’s stick to drinks,
On-On with the Beijing Hash.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank,
What a wank, wank, wank, wank.
He’s/She’s a hasher, through and through.
He’s/She’s an asshole, so they say,
Tried to go to heaven, but he went the other way.
And that’s just what they’ll do.
One of these days, these boots are gonna,
Hash all over you.
Could by masturbating [fornicating, rollerblading, my grandma’s ovulating, etc.),
Oh, why are we waiting,
So fucking long?
(Tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)
It all sounds like bullshit to me, to me.
Bullshit, bullshit,
It all sounds like bullshit to me.
And the hares!
And the hares of her dickey-di-do,
Hung down to their knees.
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on.
And one with a fairy light on,
To show is the way.
Fuck off, you wank, fuck off.
Fuck off, you wank, fuck off, you wank,
Fuck off, you wank, fuck off.
Happy birthday, fuck you,
Happy birthday, you asshole,
Happy birthday, fuck you.
Oh, happy birthday [thump].
People dying everywhere,
Sickness, sorrow, and despair.
On your birthday [thump],
Oh, happy birthday [thump].
One day closer to death!
He really must refrain,
From Maggie’s Bar,
And screwing Mongol hordes (hordes, hordes, hordes).
He’s got the pills to use,
He must lay off the booze,
He’s got the clap,
Oh yes, he’s got the clap.
(Tune of Do-Re-Mi)
Ray, the guy who brings me beer.
Me, the guy who drinks the beer,
Fa(r), a long long way to beer.
So, I’ll have another beer,
La(ugh), and have another beer.
Tea, no thanks I’ll have a beer,
And that brings us back to,
D’oh! D’oh!, D’oh! Do’h!
It’s not very long.
My two skin hangs down to my three (my three).
My three skin hangs down to my foreskin,
My foreskin hangs down to my knee.
Roll back, roll back,
Oh, roll back my foreskin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Oh, roll back my foreskin for me.
Oh, here’s to brother hasher, he’s with us today.
He’s happy, he’s jolly,
HE’S FUCKED UP, BY GOLLY!
Oh, here’s to brother hasher, he’s with us today.
So drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker.
Here’s to brother hasher, he’s with us today.
(Tune of Three Blind Mice)
I like beer, I like beer,
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do,
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do.
It like beer, I like beer.
(Tune of If You’re Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands)
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, turn her over.
If your girlfriend tastes like shit,
That’s her asshole, not her clit.
If your boyfriend tastes like shit, turn him over,
If your boyfriend tastes like shit, turn him over.
If your boyfriend tastes like shit,
That’s his asshole, not his dick.
If your boyfriend tastes like shit, turn him over.
(Tune of It’s a Small World After All)
It gets hard too slow, and it comes too quick.
It gets lost in her twat,
But it’s all that he’s got.
It’s a small dick after all.
It’s a small dick after all,
It’s a small dick after all,
It’s a small dick after all,
It’s a small, small dick.
(Tune of Meet the Flintstones)
They’re the biggest drunks in history.
From the town of Beijing,
They’re leaders in debauchery.
Half-minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch them, as they drink a lot of beers,
Down down, down down down down,
Down down down down down down down down down.
(Tune of For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow)
But, they’re building a new one.
But, it’s 100 meters long.
They’ll be giving it away.
But, they give you a can opener at the door.
But, they’re gonna fill it with beer.
Let’s go down to the river,
And drink the bastard dry.
And drink the bastard dry,
And drink the bastard dry.
(Tune of For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow)
Put your right leg over my shoulder;
La la la la la la la la la.
Put your right tit over my shoulder;
La la la la la la la la la
(Tune of My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean)
They ought to be publicly shot (bang, bang!).
They ought to be tied to a Sanlitun shithouse,
And left there to bloody well rot!
She’s all right,
She’s a little flat-chested,
But she’s all right.
She’s all right,
She’s got a great big rack,
But she’s too white.
He’s all right,
He’s got a teeny-weeny dick,
But he’s all right.
(Rubber Chicken Song)
Suck, swallow…
Why was she born at all?
She’s no fucking use to anyone,
She’s no fucking use at all.
She may be a joy to her mother,
But she’s a pain in the ass just for us.
A lay zooma zooma, hey!
A lay zooma zooma zooma,
A lay zooma zooma, hey!
Drink it down, you Zulu warrior,
Drink it down, you Zulu chief, chief, chief!
Porque apenas estamos comenzando a beber,
Porque el que bebe se emborracha ,
el que se emborracha , se duerme,
el que se duerme , no peca,
el que no peca, va al cielo,
y Porque al cielo vamos…
beba, beba, bebamos…
hasta que perezcamos
y cuando perezcamos volvamos a beber!!
Abajo Satanás.. viejo hijueputa y si se emputa que se empute por hijueputa!
a un lado
al otro
Al centro!
Al sexo, al sexo, al sexo…
Pa dentro!
Abajo!
Izquierda!
Derecha!
Al centro!
Al sexo, al sexo, al sexo…
Pa dentro!
In Russian it means I love you
If I had my way I’d piss on ya all day
Pissonya, pissonya, pissonya
In Russian it means I adore you
If I had my way I’d shit on ya all day
Shitonya, shitonya, shitonya
In Russian it means I need you
If I had my way I’d cum on ya all day
Cumonya, Shitonya, Pissonya
Born illegitimate,
Born illegitimate,
All Australians are born illegitimate,
Bastards through and through.
Birth certificates,
Birth certificates.
They ain’t got no, birth certificates,
Bastards through and through.
(Asian tune)
Me no likey British sailor
Yankee pay 5 dollars more
British breaking down the door
British rip them to the floor
British rape me like a whore
Yankee pay 5 dollars more
(Tune of Tie My Kangaroo Down, Sport)
Bestiality’s best. (Fuck a wallaby!)
Bestiality’s best, boys,
Bestiality’s best. (Fuck a wallaby!)
Marmalade and jam.
Five Chinese crackers up your asshole,
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam.
Coming again to save the motherfucking day, yeah!
America, fuck yeah!
Freedom is the only way, yeah!
Terrorists, your game is through,
‘Cause now you’ll have to answer to,
America, fuck yeah!
So suck me dick and lick on my balls!
Who said head?
I’ll have some of that!
And I did,
And it was good!
And there was much rejoicing.
And then we fucked,
We fucked for hours, uprooting trees and flowers.
We fucked like Vikings with horns on our heads.
Head?
Who said head?
I’ll have some of that!
We don’t want women with good taste,
We want women that taste good!
And I quivered.
But it wasn’t fun,
And it wasn’t funny.
It was dangerous!
So I’m taking my wife, my dog, and my hash shoes,
And I’m going home!
Fuck you, you fucking fucks…
(Tune of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot)
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot.
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends, I’m coming too,
Coming for the carry me home.
(Tune of Singing in the Rain)
Just singing in the rain.
What a glorious feeling,
I’m happy again.
(Tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas)
A pint of Yanjing Beer.
On the second day of hashing, my true love gave to me…
Two cunning hares, and a pint of Yanjing Beer.
On the third day . . . etc., etc.
A pint of Yanjing Beer (Chug a pint)
Two cunning hares (Make rabbit ears)
Three French guys (Hands up, surrender)
Four Maggie’s Whores (One big hole with your hands)
Five Tsingtaos (Chug Tsingtaos)
Six Sexy Harriets (Girls wiggle, bounce up and down)
Seven Teflon Dick muggins (TD to scream)
Eight Dry Hole wrong turns (Spin around)
Nine dislocations (Either arm goes limp)
Ten D’s-a dating (Show lettuce being dipped in tea)
Eleven hashers humping (Hump!)
Twelve Hundred and Twelve Runs (Wahoo!)
(Tune of The More We Get Together)
Balls to Mr. Bangelstein, dirty old man.
He keeps us all waiting, while he’s masturbating,
So balls to Mr. Bangelstein, dirty old man.
Bless this trail.
Coppus no catch us,
Farmer no shoot us,
Doggus no bite us,
Heatus no stroke us,
Plenty of cold beer to drink,
Coitus non interruptus.
(Good warm-up song)
Altar boys like Father Birmingham.
‘Cause he makes ’em laugh (haha),
And he makes ’em cry (boo-hoo),
When he touches them in the rectory.
With the right finger!
With the right toe (Kick right toe out)
With the left toe (Kick left toe out)
With an “AHH! MEN!” (Thrust butt backwards, then thrust pelvis forwards)
With the tongue out (Stick tongue out)
(Tune of the Adams Family Theme)
Their drinking is compulsive.
They’re morally repulsive,
The Hash House Harriers.
Duh-duh-duh-duh, (snap snap)
Duh-duh-duh-duh,
Duh-duh-duh-duh,
Duh-duh-duhduh. (snap snap)
Their genitals protrude when,
They’re running in the nude oh,
The Hash House Harriers.
From constantly bushwacking.
Intelligence their lacking,
The Hash House Harriers.
TEAMWORK!
Which art in barrels;
Hallowed be thy drink;
Thy will be drunk,
At home as it is in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head.
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not into incarceration;
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the Beer,
The Bitter, and the Lager,
Forever and ever.
On-on!
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee.
For cunt, for cunt, for country and for Queen,
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be.
It’s played all over town.
The women play with ten toes up,
The men with ten toes down, down, down, down….
(Tune of Take Me Out to the Ballgame)
Wave it round at the crowd.
Dip it in peanuts and crackerjacks,
I don’t care if you give it a whack.
‘Cause it’s beat your meat at the ballgame,
If you don’t come, it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, your covered in goo,
At the old ball game.
(Tune of Na Na-na-na-na)
Not #4 (put down one finger)
#3 (put down one finger)
#2 (put down one finger)
You’re #1 (with only middle finger raised)
(Tune of Do Your Ears Hang Low?)
Do they wobble to a fro?
Can you tie ’em in a knot?
Can you tie ’em in a bow?
*Can you throw ’em over your shoulder,
*Like a continental soldier?
Do your balls hang low?
Find a woman if you can.
If you can’t find a woman,
Find a clean old man.
If your ever in Gibraltor,
Take a flying fuck at Walter.
Do you do a double shuffle,
When your balls hang low?
When you hit ’em with a hammer?
Can you bounce them off the wall,
Like a rubber Super Ball?
Do they have a hallow sound,
When you drag ’em o n the ground?
Do they have a metal tingle,
When you hit ’em with a shingle?
Do they have a salty taste,
When you wrap ’em round your waste?
Do they chime like a gong,
When you pull upon your dong?
(Tune of Do Your Ears Hang Low)
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie ’em in a knot?
Can you tie ’em in a bow?
Can you throw ’em over your shoulder?
Do they need a boulder holder?
Do your tits hang low?
Are they flat just like a wall?
Can you find them with your hands?
Are they even there at all?
Would you look just like a male,
If it weren’t for your pigtails?
Are your tits real small?
Are your blouses kind of tight?
If you had a disagreement,
Could you use ’em in a fight?
Do the boys throw fits,
When you flash ’em with your tits?
Are your tits just right?
When you poke them like this?
Do they feel just like,
A slimy jellyfish?
Does your man’s pecker stand,
When he holds them in his hand?
Do your tits go squish?
Could you use ’em as a guard?
Do your nipples poke through,
Your pink leotard?
When it’s wet and cold,
Do they stand out proud and bold?
Are your tits real hard?
Do people stop and stare,
When you wear a french braid,
Down to your underwear?
Do people think your breasts,
Look like your father’s chest?
Do your tits have hair?
Did it take them long to heal?
Are the silicone,
Or saline filled?
Do the boys’ hearts race,
When you shake them in their face?
Are your tits really real?
Or too big for your bikini,
No matter how they look,
And no matter how they feel,
Be glad that you got ’em,
‘Cause you know the boys all want ’em,
– Tits, tits, tits.
I don’t want to go to war.
I’d rather hang around the Picadilly (Beijing) Underground,
Living off the earnings of a high born lady…
I don’t want my bollocks shot away.
I’d rather stay in Beijing,
In ruddy, bloody Beijing,
And fornicate me fucking life away, cor blimey,
Tuesday I touched her on the knee;
On Wednesday much success, I lifted up her dress,
Thursday I saw it (gor blimey)…
Friday I put my hand upon it,
Saturday she gave me balls a tweak.
And on Sunday after supper, I rammed the bugger up her,
And now she wants it seven days a week.
(Tune: Jingle Bells)
Shitty all the way.
Oh what fun it is to run,
Through the swamp on a Sunday.
Trailing all the way.
All those drunken S.C.B.’s,
Cursing the whole day.
(Tune Allouette)
Alouette, je te plumerai.
Yes she’s got the curly hair.
Curly hair, curly hair, Oooh Allouette, etc.
Yes she’s got the bushy brows.
Bushy brows, bushy brows, curly hair, curly hair, Oooh Alloutte, etc.
Has she got the puffy lips, etc.
Has she got the two buck teeth, etc.
Has she got the double chin, etc.
Has she got the saggy tits, etc.
Has she got the pot belly, etc.
Has she got the moovy crutch, etc.
Has she got he knobbly knees, etc.
Has she got the tiny toes, etc.
(the hairs of her dickey di-do)
He has a lovely daughter,
And the hairs on her dicky-di-doe,
Hang down to her knees.
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!
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees…
But give me the good old vino.
I like my vino,
It gives me a stand supremo.
Aye,aye,aye aye, si si senora,
And filled up my brand new sombrero.
Anker because I’m a wanker
Brandy it makes me feel randy
Champagne it makes me cum again
Cider helps me get inside her
Claret it stiffens the carrot
Coke it helps me to poke
Gin it helps me get in
Jack Daniels because “he” fucks spaniels
Ovaltine makes me feel like a fairy queen
Pernod ‘cos it makes my dong grow
Pimms it lubricates quims
Port because “he’s” so short
Rum it helps me to cum
Schnapps it helps me with the chaps (cure the clap)
Seven Up it helps me get my pecker up
Sliwovitz it helps me cum between her tits
Sprite ‘cos I can go all the night
Stout it helps me get out
Tea because “he” gets it for free
Tequila it helps me to feel her
Whisky it makes me feel frisky
Wine it makes me feel fine
(Tune of the Camptown Races)
Yogi, Yogi,
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.
Yogi, Yogi Bear!
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo
Yogi has a little friend,
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear!
Yogi has a little friend,
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear
Dying, Dying
Yogi he has HIV,
Dying, Dying Bear.
Dying, Dying Bear!
Yogi he has HIV,
Dying, Dying Bear.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BeijingHHH/files/BHHHSongbook.pdf
http://www.folklore.ms/mp3/all_mp3s_on_website.htm
http://www.pfh3.org/hymn1.txt
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