Many songs contain ribald language or suggestive lyrics. Be warned before reading at your own choice.

Most songs are followed by, "Drink it down, down, down, down," repeated until beer is finished.
When taking to long, often changed to
Why are we waiting, could be masturbating (fornicating),
Why are we waiting, so fucking long.  
 
This is the worldwide standard DD song:

Here's to xxxxx, (s)he's true blue.
(S)he's a hasher through and through.
(S)he's a pisspot so they say.
And (S)he'll never get to heaven in a long long way.

Songs for hares:
Standard Chicago Area Song:

The hares still suck, the hares still suck,
The hares still suck, the hares still suck,
They really, really, really, really, really, really suck,
The hares still suck. 

S.H.I.T.T.Y  T.R.A.I.L 
Shitty trail, shitty trail
The hares they went and laid a shitty trail.  
I'd rather xxxxx then ru your shitty trail.
S.H.I.T.T.Y T.R.A.I.L

The Mayor of Bayswater,
He had a fine daughter,
And the hairs of her dickey Di do,
Hung down to her knees.
 
And the hairs,
And the hairs,
And the hairs on her dickey di do,
Hang down to her knees.
 
(verse)(Many many verses)
If she were my daughter,
I'd have them cut shorter,
And the hairs on her dickey di do,
hang down to her knees.
 
(Chorus)
Leader: And the hairs Others: And the hairs
Leader: And the hairs Others: And the hairs
All: And the hairs on her dickey di do,
hang down to her knees.
Songs for couples:
Twenty Toes
 
There is a game called twenty toes.
It's played around the town.
Women play with ten toes up. 
And men with ten toes down, down, down, down.

Dos
 
Dos a beer, a Mexican beer,
Ray the guy who buys me beer,
Me the guy he buys beer for,
Far a long, long way to the bar,
So I think I'll have a beer.
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, (While spinning around)
Tea, no thanks I'll have a beer,
And it brings us back to Dos, Dos, Dos, Dos.
Some songs for men:
 
His one skin hangs down to his two skin,
His two skin hangs down to his three.
His three skin hangs down to his four skin,
His four skin hangs down to his knee.
 
Roll back, roll back,
Oh roll back my four skin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Oh roll back my four skin for me, for me.
 
(An add on verse for ladies)
Hold up, hold up,
Oh hold up her titties for her, for her.
Hold up, hold up,
Oh hold up her titties for her, for her.

Ball song
 
XXXXX (A wanker) has only got one ball,
YYYYY (A wanker) has two but very small,
ZZZZZ (A wanker) has something similar,
But these mother fuckers have no balls at all.
The old brown cow went fritz up against the wall,
Fritz up against the wall, fritz up against the wall,
The old brown cow went fritz up against the wall,
And the wall was covered in shit, shit, shit.
The Hash Stones
 
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They're the biggest drunks in history.
From the, town of Chicago,
We're the leaders in debuachery.
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch us as we drink a lot of beers.
Down, down, down down down down,
Down, down, down down down down, down down,
Down, down, down down down,
Down, down, down, down, down, down.
Whip it out at the ball game
Wave it round at the crowd
Dip it peanuts and crackerjack
I don't care if you give it a whack
Because it's
Beat your meat at the ball game
If you don't cum it's a shame
For It's one, two
You're covered in goo
At the old ball game
The Balls of O'Leary Tune: The Bells of St Mary's

The balls of O'Leary,
Are wrinkled and hairy,
They're stately and shapely,
Like the dome of Saint Paul's.
The women all muster,
To view that great cluster,
Oh, they stand and they stare,
At the bloody great pair,
Of O'Leary's balls.

Birthday songs
Happy birthday, fuck you,
Happy birthday, fuck you,
Happy birthday, you asshole,
Happy birthday, fuck you.
Drink it down, down, down.

Tune: I've Been Working on the Railroad (Eyes of Texas)

Your day of birth is now upon you,
You're older by one day,
Your day of birth is now upon you,
And now you're gonna pay,
The Hash is gonna lay it on you,
You dirty bastard (bitchin') hound,
Your day of birth is now upon you,
Drink it down, down down down down

Incest time in Texas:   Tune: The eyes of Texas

When its incest time in Texas,
And no one can be found.
Your mother's in the kitchen,
Her panties hanging down.
No time for masturbation,
No time to beat your meat.
When It's incest time in Texas,
Mother Fucking can't be beat.

Can You Walk a Little Way With It In?
Tune: Billy Boy

Can you walk a little way with it in, with it in,
Can you walk a little way with it in, with it in
She answered with a smile
I can walk a fucking mile
With it in - With it in - With it in.
Come Sit on My Face if You Love Me
Tune: Red River Valley

Come and sit on my face, if you love me,
Come and sit on my face, if you care,
And I'll drink from your Red River Valley,
And munch on your curly pubic hairs.
Dead Dog Rover
Tune: I'm Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover

I'm looking over, my dead dog Rover,
That I ran over with the mower.
One leg is missing, the other is gone,
The third leg is shredded, all over the lawn.
There's no use explaining, the one remaining,
It's spinning on the carport floor
I'm looking over, my dead dog Rover,
That I ran over, that I ran over,
That I ran over with the mower!

A Moon Hash down down song.

 S.C.A.T.T.Y  T.R.A.I.L 
Scatty trail. scatty trail,
The hare he went and laid a scatty trail
A Moon Hash favorite.
(For serious offences to hash tradition)
 
(S)he ought to be publically pissed upon,
(S)he ought to be publically shot,
(S)he ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot.
I LOVE THAT PART
Another Moon Favorite
 
Stick it in your ear Mrs. Murphy.
It only waeighs a quarter of a pound.
It has hair 'round it's neck like a turkey,
And it come when you shake it up and down.
 
Now if I had the wings of an owl,
and the balls of a hairy babboon.
I would climb to the highest mountain,
And corn hole the man in the moon.
Songs for Harriets
 
Why was she born so beautiful,
Why was she born at all.
She's no fucking use to anyone,
She's no fucking use at all.

Thank God she finally shut up,
She finally quit her bitchin',
So drink your beer, get out of here,
And get back in the kitchen.
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinal won't you blow my horn, horn, horn.
 
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinal won't you blow my horn.
 
Someone's in my sister's vigina,
Someone's in my sister I know, O, O, O.
Someone's in my sister's vigina,
Pumping like a dynamo

 More songs:
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, flip her over.
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, flip her over.
If your girlfriend tastes like shit,
You're licking her asshole and not her clit.
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, flip her over

If your boyfriend taste like shit, he's a homo.
If your boyfriend taste like shit, he's a homo.
If your boyfriend tasted like shit,
It's for sure he's packing it.
If your boyfriend taste like shit, he's a homo.

Tune: Red River Valley
Cum and sit on my face if you love me,
Cum sit on my face if you care,
Let me look in your Red River Valley,
And stare a your cute pubic hairs.

Tune: Swinging on a Star
Would you like to sit on my face?
It's a very comfortable place.
Slide your crotch up over my nose,
Or would you rather suck my hose?
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me
(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all
(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch,(three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do not! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
 
(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper do! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

(Ladies) Oh, Sir Jasper! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

(Ladies) Oh! Sir (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
 
(Ladies) Oh! (three times)
(Men) As she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.

DFL Song

Tune: Amazing Grace
 
Amazing hash, how sweet the trail,
That saved a DFL like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found,
For the On On now I see.
 
Just two more blocks and I'll be in,
And beer will be waiting for me.
And when I'm there, I'll drink my share,
'til they get rid of me.
 
Christmas Songs
 
Walkin' 'Round in Women's Underwear
Tune: Winter Wonderland
 
Lacy things, the wife is missin',
Didn't ask for her permission,
I'm wearin her clothes - silk panty hose,
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.

In the store, there's a teddy
Little straps, like spaghetti
It holds me so tight, like handcuffs at night
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.

In the office there's a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown,
He'll say are you ready, I'll say whoa man,
Let's wait until the wife is out of town.

Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress like Madonna,
Put on some eye shade and join the parade
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.

Lacy things the wife is missin',
Didn't ask for her permission,
I'm wearin her clothes_silk panty hose,
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.
Walkin' round in womens' underwear. |
Walkin' round in womens' underwear.
 
A good Poem
 
The invention of a pussy
 
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine,
Created a pussy to their design.
 
First was a butcher, smart with wit,
Using a knife he gave it a slit.
 
Second was a carpenter strong and bold,
With a hammer and a chisel he gave it a hole.
 
Third was a tailor, tall and thin.
With a piece of red velvet he lined it within.
 
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
With a piece of fox fur he lined it without.
 
Fifth was a fisherman nasty as hell,
He threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
 
Sixth was a preacher whose name was McGee.
He touched it and blessed it and said it could pee.
 
Last came a hasher, dirty little runt.
He sucked it and fucked it and called it a cunt.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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