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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 9:39:58 GMT -5
Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean -OR- Simply Recited
He ought to be thoroughly pissed on, He ought to be publicly shot, He ought to be tied to a urinal, And left there to fester and rot, Drink it down, down, down . . .
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:36:49 GMT -5
Put your left leg over my shoulder, Put your right leg over my shoulder, (Wag tongue) La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 9:44:35 GMT -5
Tune: Here's to the asshole, he's true blue, He's a Hasher, through and through, He's a Pisspot, so they say, Tried to get to heaven but he went the other way. Drink it down down down down
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 14:41:04 GMT -5
Tune: Do, Re, Mi
Dough, the stuff, that buys me beer,** Ray, the guy who serves me beer, Me, the guy, who drinks me beer, Fa, a long long way for beer, So, I'll have another beer, La, La La La La La La, Tea, no thanks I'll have a beer, And that brings us back to, Down Down Down Down
**alternative verse: Dos, a beer, a Mexican beer
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 9:41:51 GMT -5
Tune: Ach, Du Lieber, Augustin
Here's to brother 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
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:15:15 GMT -5
Tune: Turkey in the Straw
Oh, the wiggle of her ass would make a dead man come, And the nipple on her tit is as big as my thumb, She's a mean motherfucker, she's a great cocksucker, She's a Harriette, she fucks! Drink it down, down, down, down
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:12:20 GMT -5
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.
Drink it down, down, down . . .
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:47:20 GMT -5
Where, Oh Where were you last week? Why did you make us hash all alone? You Fat Lazy Bastards, You weren't even here. So we fucked all the virgins and drank all the Beer.
Down, Down, Drink it all Down Drink it all Down, Drink all of that Beer You Fat Lazy Bastards, You weren't even here. So we fucked all the virgins and drank all the Beer.
Drink it down, down, down, down . . .
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:48:27 GMT -5
Why was he born so beautiful? Why was he born at all? He's no fucking use to anyone, He's no fucking use at all.
He may be a joy to his mother But he's a pain in the asshole to me. Drink it down, down, down, downĊ <br>Him - him - fuck HIM! (Or her)
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:29:35 GMT -5
Tune: The Caissons Go Rolling Along (The Army Song/The Field Artillery Song)
You can tell by the stain that she's in a lot of pain When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by her stance she's got cotton in her pants When the end of the month rolls around.
CHORUS: For it's hi, hi, hee, in the Kotex factory, Shout out your sizes loud and strong: We've got Super Extra Large, We've got rags to fill a barge; When the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by her walk that you'll sit around and talk When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by the blotch that she's got a leaky crotch When the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by her eyes there is blood between her thighs When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by her pout that her eggs are falling out When the end of the month rolls around.
You can tell by her smell that she isn't feeling well When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell that it itches by the way she always bitches When the end of the month rolls around.
You can bet it ain't sweat when her underwear is wet When the end of the month rolls around. You can tell by the stink that she isn't in the pink When the end of the month rolls around.
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Jan 3, 2006 16:30:05 GMT -5
Take me out to the gang bang I like sex with a crowd Three-somes and more-somes are truly grand Using our tongues or our dicks or our hands Well it's shoot, shoot, shoot all that hot cream If we don't cum it's a shame For it's one, two, we'll fuck 'till we're blue At the ol' gang bang.
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 27, 2005 14:18:25 GMT -5
It's A Small Dick (Melody - 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!
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 14:22:54 GMT -5
Tune: Bonanza Theme
Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
Hit the spot, make me hot I will scream out loud
Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
Suck my toes, insert your hose Make my juices flow
Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
When I am done and I have cum We'll start another round
Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 13:52:30 GMT -5
Tune: The Ash Grove
The mayor of Bayswater, He has a lovely daughter, And the hairs on her dicky-di-do, Hang down to her knees,
CHORUS: And the hairs, And the hairs, And the hairs on her dicky-di-do, Hang down to her knees, One black one, one white one, And one with a little shite on, And the hairs of her dicky-di-do, Hang down to her knees.
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If she were my daughter, I'd have them cut shorter
Her hairs we so tangled, Her first-born was strangled
I've smelt it, I've felt it, It's just like a piece of velvet
I've seen it, I've seen it, I've lain right in between it
I could not believe my eyes, When I peed between her thighs
She slept with a demon, Who washed her with semen
She lived on a mountain, And fucked like a bloody fountain
She stayed on a cattle ranch, And came like a bloody avalanche
She married an Italian, With balls like a fucking stallion
She divorced the Italian, And married a stallion
Her cat's name was Boris, And it played with her clitoris
She married a Spaniard, With a prick like a bloody lanyard
She went with a Hash House Harrier, Who fucked her but wouldn't marry her
You need a coal miner, To find her vagina
I've licked it, I've kissed it, It tastes like a chocolate biscuit
The light is so glitorous, When it shines off her clitoris
Her vagina was squishy, And smelled a bit fishy
The aroma it lingers, It smells like fish fingers
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Post by Palm Beach Hashing on Apr 20, 2005 12:19:09 GMT -5
Tune: Colonel Bogey March
Hitler, he only had one ball, Goering, he had two but very small, Himmler had something sim'ler, But poor old Goebbels had no balls at all.
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