Opening Circle Songs
Welcoming, hare, virgins, visitors introduction songs...
Put your backs against the wall
Here we come, balls and all
Bye Bye Virgins
We’ve got Virgins
We’ve got Virgins
At our hash
At our hash
Gonna get ‘em drunked uo
Gonna get ‘em fucked up
Down the hatch
Up the ass!this item.
Put your left leg over my shoulder
Put your right leg over my shoulder
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm…
Hymn hymn,
fuck him!
Thanks for coming!
Down-Down Songs
Welcoming, hare, virgins, visitors introduction songs...
This is your Down-Down Song
It isn't very long!
Drink it, down, down, down, down...
Heineken?
Schmineken!
Fuck that shit!
PABST BLUE RIBBON
Drink it, down, down, down, down...
Taco!
Burrito!
What’s that in your speedo?
Drink it, down, down, down, down...
Melody – Row, Row, Row Your Boat
Down Down Down your beer,
To pay for your crime.
Quit complaining about the taste,
There’s no cum this time.
Drink it, down, down, down, down...
Melody – Off We Go, Into the Wild Blue Yonder
Off we go,
Into the wild blue yonder.
Crash and burn,
Son of a bitch!
Drink it, down, down, down, down...
You’re stupid
You’re stupid
You’re really fucking dumb
If it wasn’t for your mother
You’d be a stain of cum
Drink it, down, down, down, down...
Violations Songs
Welcoming, hare, virgins, visitors introduction songs...
(to Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi)
Notes: Sung to hares for shit-tastic trails.
Written by:Krusty the Meat Miser
You should've used more flour or chalk
We followed your marks
They said You've been fucked
It sucked
It sucked
We wanted to drink Magic Hat
But lost on your trail
We'd have settled for Pabst
You suck
You suck
You've got to hold on to the drink you've got
It doesn't make a difference if it's beer or a shot
This is for the tit checks you forgot on trail
You're drinking a lot!
Ohhh, there was no beer out there
Ohhh oh, you're a shitty hare
Take some flour, and use it on trail
Ohhh oh, you're a shitty hare
You're a shitty hare!
NOTE: Simulate 80s hair band awesomeness
Melody – Auld Lang Syne
Fuck off, ya wank, fuck off, ya wank,
Fuck off, ya wank, fuck off!
Fuck off!
Fuck off, ya wank, fuck off, ya wank,
Fuck off, ya wank, fuck off!
Fuck off!
Variant: Can substitute "fuck" with "piss"
Actions: Flip them the bird at the end!
Notes: Sometimes sung to wankers who are departing.
Melody - ACH DU LIEBER AUGUSTINE
Here’s to brother hasher, brother 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!
Variant: Replace "brother" with "sister/fellow" depending on the crowd.
Note: Sometimes sung to honor a wanker for a good deed, accomplishment, etc.
Melody – My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
He ought to publicly pissed upon,
He ought to be publicly shot (Bang! Bang!),
He out to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot
Melody – Drunken Sailor
What do you do with a drunken Hasher,
What do you do with a drunken Hasher,
What do you do with a drunken Hasher,
After too many Down Downs?
Don’t look he’s peeing in the corner,
Don’t look he’s peeing in the corner,
Don’t look he’s peeing in the corner,
After too many Down-Downs!
Oh no he puked on the bar-ar,
Oh no he puked on the bar-ar,
Oh no he puked on the bar-ar,
After too many Down-Downs!
Now he’s passed out in his own vomit,
Now he’s passed out in his own vomit,
Now he’s passed out in his own vomit,
After too many Down-Downs!
Melody - God Bless America
God Bless My Underpants,
Brand that I like,
Stand inside them, And ride them,
Between my buns when I run, or I bike.
From the waistband, To the legholes,
To the fly flap, Wet with piss,
God bless my underpants, they look like this...
Melody – Itself
You’re not number four,
Number three, number two,
You’re number one!
Actions: While singing the circle holds up the corresponding number of fingers until the final line, when the entire circle flips off the accused.
Melody - Y.M.C.A.
Young girl/man, I like it when you go down
I say, young girl/man, put your knees on the ground
I say, young girl/man, with your lips full and round
On your knees you make me happy
(Spit, spit, spit, spit, spit)
I want to spray you with MY DNA
I want to spray you with MY DNA
It’s a present from me, a gift to all the world
I hope that you like to wear pearls
White House Hash Hymn
Our Anthem!
We're the White House Hashers
Scum of the earth
Scourge of creation
God-forsaken, fornicatin' sons-of-bitches!
Found in every whore house
Drink, smoke and screw
We're the White House Hashers
and we say, Fuck you!
WH4 Closing Circle Song
We've had our fun... time to go to the bar!
Drunk last night,
Drunk the night before,
Gonna get drunk tonight,
Like I’ve never been drunk before,
Cause when I’m drunk I’m as happy as can be,
Cause we’re all part of the Hashing family.
Oh the Hashing Family
Singing glorious,
Victorious!
One keg of beer for the four of us.
Singing Glory be to God that there are no more of us,
Cause one of us could drink it all alone
Damn near, pass the beer, to the rear, of the Hash House!
Sung by the hash house, (quartet!)
Do you have a hard on? (Not yet!)
Are you gonna get one? (You bet!)
You f*cking whoreeeee!
WH4 Camp Out Songs
Some Songs
It’s a damn tough life full of beer and strife we hashers undergo
And we don’t give a damn when the job is done how hard your mom did blow
Cause we’re going down on your mothers’ mound, it’s a good vag, taut, hair free
And we won’t give up on your mother’s muff, going down on your mommy
[Chorus] Going down on your mommy, me boys, going down on your mommy
We’re going down on your mother’s mound, going down on your mommy
Once more we hash through the rivers and trash, through hail and wind and rain
Your mothers’ tits, her naughty bits, we soon shall lick again.
Six hellish miles we’ve hashed away, there’s not enough beer for me
But now we’re bound for your mother’s mound, going down on your mommy
[Chorus] Going down on your mommy, me boys, going down on your mommy
We’re going down on your mother’s mound, going down on your mommy
Once more we hash for your mother’s gash, so wet, it feels like home
Our cocks are sprung, she’ll taste our cum, and she always down to bone
Our balls she’ll suck, her ass we’ll fuck, she makes such a pleasing sound
Our tongue is set, our fingers wet, we’re cunnilingus bound!
[Chorus] Going down on your mommy, me boys, going down on your mommy
We’re going down on your mother’s mound, going down on your mommy
How soft her lips in between her hips gushing like a waterfall Those anal beads, ripped fast and mean, sprayed poop upon the wall
Even now her legs compress my head, not much life left in me
Water fills my lungs, I die too young, getting drowned by your mommy
[New Chorus]
Getting drowned by your mommy, me boys, getting drowned by your mommy
We're getting drowned by your mother's mound, getting drowned by your mommy
Other Hash Hymnals
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