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^{5-Pack came up with HIS ode to OUR joy. The tune is “Ode to Joy” by Ludwig von Beethoven}

We go Hashing
With some passion
– Running here and checking there –

If it’s True Trail
‘On on’ we’ll yell
– If we’re lost we’ll blame the Hare –

Then we Circle
Grab a beer, chill
– Try to Down Down everyone –

Don’t take offence
In our defence
– We’re only here to have some fun –

^{Lyrics by Missing Link and Excremental Earnings on the tune of “Tulips from Amsterdam”}

Next Sunday we will meet again
– Hashing in Amsterdam –

We’ll circle up and we will have
– Down Downs in Amsterdam –

We’ll check it out and try each way
– ARE YOU ! in Amsterdam –

. First a false trail .
.. Now a back check ..
… Where’s the beer stop …
…. Are we on yet? ….

So when we meet again,
– It will be ON ON ! in Amsterdááám –

^{tune: The wheels on the bus ...}
The beers on the hash go
-down-down-down
-down-down-down
-down-down-down
The beers on the hash go
-down-down-down-
-all day long

^{tune: Baby Shark}
Drink It Down
– Tu-Du-Tu-Du
Drink It Down
– Tu-Du-Tu-Du
Drink It Down
– Tu-Du-Tu-Du
Drink It Down!

She is all-right
She is all-right
She is a little small chested
but she is all-right

He has a small dick after all
He has a small dick after all
He has a small dick after all
He has a small small dick

He is stupid ^{(she is / they are)}
He is stupid
He is so fucking dumb
If it weren´t for his mother
He would be a spot of cum

^{Melody – Row row row your boat}
Down Down Down your beer
To pay for your crime
Quit complaining about the taste
There’s no sperm this time

For honor!
For honor!
What doesn’t go in her, goes on her!

Here’s to , ^(name)
He’s true blue, (he’s a 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, (in a long, long way)
So drink it down, down, down . .

Golden shower, Golden showers,
They’re so warm, they’re so warm.
They come from her urethra,
They come from her urethra,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down.

Just got out of prison,
man my asshole’s fizzin’
Thinking back on all the queers I left on cell block four.
They raped me in the shower,
It must have been an hour,
Now there’s goo-goo-goo drippin’ out my backdoor

He wanks his crank in the morning
He wanks his crank in the night
He wanks his crank with his left hand
and he cleans it up with his right.
So drink it down, down, down

^{Melody – my Bonnie}
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, down..

^{Melody – These Boots Were Made for Walking}
His dick was (or these chicks were) made for fucking
And that’s just what he’ll do
One of these days this dick is going to
Prematurely ejaculate all over you…

^{Melody – Yellow Rose of Texas}
Hot vagina for your breakfast,
Hot vagina for your lunch,
Hot vagina for your dinner,
Just munch, munch, munch, munch, munch.

It’s so tasty and delicious,
Its bite-sized and ready to eat,
So take a tip, go & eat your chick
Hot vagina can’t be beat
^{(or “Grab your chick, give her a lick”) (or “Hot vagina for your breakfast”)}

He’s the meanest,
He sucks the horse’s penis,
He’s the meanest,
He’s a horse’s ass.

All he does is pound it,
Ever since he found it,
He’s the meanest,
He’s a horse’s ass.

He’s always pissing on us,
He’s rotten and dishonest,
He’s the meanest,
He’s a horse’s ass.

So drink it down, down, down . . .