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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:27:22 GMT -5
Tune: My Ding-a-ling
CHORUS: The ringadingadoo, pray what is that? It's furry and soft, like a pussy-cat, It's oval shaped, And split in two, That's what they call the Ringadangadoo.
I once knew a girl, her name was Jean, The sweetest girl I'd ever seen, She loved a boy, who was straight and true, Who longed to play on her ringadangdoo.
So she took him to her father's house, And crept inside as quiet as a mouse, And they shut the door and the window too, And he played all night on her Ringadangadoo.
The very next day her father said, 'You've gone and lost your maidenhead! You can pack your bags and suitcase, too, And bugger off with your Ringadingadoo!"
So she went to town and became a whore, And hung a red light outside her door, And one by one and two by two, They came to play on her Ringadangdoo.
Well the hashers came and the hashers went, And the price went down to 50 cent, She got the clap, and syphilis too-- So that was the end of her Ringadingadoo.
And now she lies beneath the sod, They say her soul has gone to God; But every now and then, when he's feeling blue, The devil comes up, to play with her Ringadingadoo !
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 14:53:08 GMT -5
Part 1: Spoken
Leader: And now, gentlemen, a prayer,
Leader: A Prayer for the constipated. Response: shit!
Leader: A prayer for the inebriated. Response: PISS!
Leader: A prayer for the frustrated. Response: fuck!
Leader: A prayer for the dehydrated. Response: BEER!
Leader: A prayer for the emasculated. Response: BALLS!
Part 2: Sung
Tune: Ach, Du Lieber, Augustin
Balls to Mr. Bengelstein, Bengelstein, Bengelstein, Balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.
He sits on the steeple and shits on the people, So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.
He keeps us all waiting while he's masturbating, So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.
He tried Mrs. Bengelstein, bur she's old and rotten in-between, So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.
He ups and he downs them, he fucking well grounds them, So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:25:17 GMT -5
There is a bear in the deep dark woods, Yogi, Yogi, There is a bear in the deep dark woods, Yogi, Yogi Bear.
CHORUS: Yogi, Yogi Bear, Yogi, Yogi Bear, There is a bear in the deep dark woods, Yogi, Yogi Bear.
Yogi has a little friend, Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo. . .
Boo-Boo has a girlfriend, Suzi, Suzi. . .
Yogi has a girlfriend, Cyndi, Cyndi. . .
Cyndi has a shaven snatch, Grizzly, Grizzly. . .
Cyndi wears crotchless undies, Teddy, Teddy. . .
Cyndi likes it on the ice, Polar, Polar. . .
Suzi likes it up the rear, Dirty, Dirty. . .
Suzi's boyfriend has no teeth, Gummi, Gummi. . .
Suzi's snatch it smells like cheese, Camen, Camen,
Suzi she has great big tits, More than, More than (I can bear). . .
Cyndi's tampon has no string, Cotton, Cotton. . .
Boo-Boo likes it upside down, Koala, Koala. . .
Suzi does it with a Kennedy, Teddy, Teddy
Yogi got a case of crabs, Itchy, Itchy. . .
Boo-Boo likes to stroke his tool, Wanker, Wanker. . .
Yogi also likes young boys, Poofter, Poofter. . .
Yogi doesn't wipe his butt, Brown, brown. . .
Cindi has a girlfriend, Klondike, Klondike..
Yogi likes to roll his own, Smoky, Smoky
Yogi has an enemy, Ranger, Ranger
Ranger Smith lives by himself, Wanker Wanker
Yogi uses condoms, Clever, Clever. . .
Boo-Boo pokes holes in them, Naughty, naughty. . .
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 14:13:34 GMT -5
Tune: Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport
CHORUS: Incest is best boys, Incest is best - fuck a relative! Incest is best boys, Incest is best,
Give a piece to your niece boys Give a piece to your niece Give a piece to your niece boys Give a piece to your niece, because -
Put your knob in Uncle Bob boys... Give a blow to your bro girls... Shower your sis with some piss boys... My significant other's my brother girls... Shoot some goo on Aunt Sue boys... Do the bum of your Mum boys... Give a kiss to your sis boys... Make lovin' to your cousin boys... I've just had my dad girls... Put your sis in bliss boys... Let's fuck Uncle Buck girls... Rub your palm on your mom boys... Hide the salami with your mommy boys...
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 14:45:08 GMT -5
(Start off with rhythmic clapping and chant the words in synch with clapping)
He's got a dose of clap on his dick, He's got a dose of clap on his dick, He's got a dose of clap on his dick, And it goes drip drip drip drip drip
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:39:54 GMT -5
Tune: Marseillaise
A Frenchman went to the lavat'ry To have him a jolly good shit, shit, shit He took his coat and 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, J'at fait manure. Ou est le papier?
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:20:28 GMT -5
Hot vagina for your breakfast, Hot vagina for your lunch, Hot vagina for your dinner, Just munch, munch, munch, munch, munch. It's so speedy and nutritious, Bite-size and ready to eat, So take a tip, go eat your chick; Hot vagina can't be beat.
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:18:34 GMT -5
asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be, To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee, For cunt, for cunt, to fight for my country, asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, A soldier I will be. Drink it down, down, down . . .
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:57:24 GMT -5
There was a little bird, No bigger than a turd And he sat upon a telegraph pole. He stuck out his little neck, And he shat about a peck As he puckered up his little asshole.
asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, As he puckered up his little asshole.
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 14:33:27 GMT -5
Tune: Sailor's Hornpipe
Do your tits hang low? Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you throw them over your shoulder? Do you need a boulder holder? Do your tits hang low?
Are your tits real small? Are they flat just like a wall? Can you hide them with your hands? Can you see them there at all? Would you look just like a male if it weren't for your pigtails? Are your tits real small?
Are your tits just right? Are your blouses kinda tight? If you had a disagreement could you use them in a fight? Do the boys throw fits when you flash your tits Are your tits just right?
Do your tits go squish when you poke them like this? Do they feel just like a slimy jelly fish? Does your man's pecker stand when he holds them in his hand? Do your tits go squish?
Are your tits real hard? Could you use them as a guard? Do your nipples poke through your pink leotard? When its wet and cold do they stand out proud and bold Are your tits real hard?
Do your tits have hair? Do people stop and stare when you wear a french braid down to your underwear? Do people think your breasts are like your father's chest? Do your tits have hair?
Are your tits really real? Did it take them long to heal? Are they silicone or saline filled? Do the boys hearts race when you shake them in their face? Are your tits really real?
If your tits are teeny weenie or too big for your bikini no matter how they look no matter how they feel be glad that you got 'em cuz you know the boys will want'em
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 27, 2005 14:03:52 GMT -5
Meet The Hashers
Hashers, meet the Hashers, They're the biggest drunks in history. From the town of <wherever>, 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…<br>
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:31:25 GMT -5
Tune: Happy Wanderer
When I was a little girl, I had a little thing, And if I tried, I could get, my little finger in. Finger in, finger in, finger in, Finger -i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i- finger in, finger in, My little finger in!
I've grown into a woman now, my thing has lost its charm, And I can get five fingers in, and half my fucking arm,
fucking arm, fucking arm, fucking arm, fucking -a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-fucking arm, fucking arm, And half my fucking arm!
Now my age is ninety-two, and I'm half fucking dead, Now I get both arms in and half my fucking head. fucking head, fucking head, fucking head, fucking -e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e- fucking head, fucking head, And half my fucking head!
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:32:21 GMT -5
Pissanya, Pissanya, Pissanya In Russiona that means we love ya If I had my way I'd Pissanya all day. Pissanya, Pissanya, Pissanya
shitanya, shitanya, shitanya In Russian that means we love ya If I had my way I'd shitanya all day. shitanya, shitanya, shitanya
Cumanya, Cumanya, Cumanya In Russian that means we love ya If we had our way we'd cumanya all day Cumanya, Cumanya, Cumanya
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:44:14 GMT -5
Take it in your hand Mrs Murphy It only weighs a quarter of a pound Its got hair on its neck like a turkey And it spits when you rub it up and down Down down down down down
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 14:38:19 GMT -5
Tune: God Rest Ye Merry Gentelmen (kind of)
The doggies held a meeting, They came from near and far, Some came by motorcycle, And some by motorcar.
As each doggie passed the entrance, Each doggie signed the book, Each doggie hung his asshole, Upon his very own doggie hook.
One dog was not invited Imagine his great ire, He snuck into the meeting room And loudly shouted "FIRE!"
The dogs they were in panic, They had no time to look, Each doggie grabbed an asshole, From the another doggie's hook.
And that's the reason why sir, On land or sea or foam And that the reason why sir, A dog will leave his bone, To sniff another dog's asshole, To see if it's his own asshole
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