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此歌集多方摘选。特别感谢 Flying Booger 和 Davey Crotchit。
Circle
Drinking Song
Shitty Trail
We’ve Got Virgins
Slackers
Hashers
Front Running Bastard
Dead Fucking Last
Why Was She Born So…
S/He Ought To Be Publicly…
Birthdays
Amazing Hash
S/He’s The Meanest
Why Are We Waiting?
Here’s To Brother/Sister
Hash Hymn
What A Wank
Harriette Song
Hasher Song
Whinger’s Song
Pisspot Song
Does A Hasher
This Is A Hashing Song
International Hash Hymn
Drunken Hasher (Tune-Drunken Sailor)
Chorus: What
shall we do with the drunken hasher,
What shall we do with the drunken hasher,
What shall we do with the drunken hasher,
After all the down-downs?
Verses: There
he goes again - pukin' in the bushes,
There he goes again - pukin' in the bushes,
There he goes again - pukin' in the bushes,
After all the down-downs.
Take away his whistle, send him on a BT,
He'll take a wizz behind the old oak tree,
Then he'll blow his nose on his old shirty,
After all the down-downs.
Then we'll shave his ass with a rusty
razor,
Shave his crotch with a new-fangled laser,
Zap him in the ass with a copper's tazer,
After all the down-downs.
That's
what
we'll do with the drunken hasher,
That's what we'll do with the drunken hasher,
That's what we'll do with the drunken hasher,
After all the down-downs.
Our Lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk, I will be drunk,
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head, and forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
Lead us not into incarceration, but deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the Beer, the Bitter, and the Lager,
Barmen.
My God How The Money Rolls In (Tune - My Bonnie)
Verse: My
father makes book on the corner,
My
mother makes illicit gin,
My
sister sells kisses to sailors,
My God
how the money rolls in.
Chorus: Rolls
in, rolls in, my God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls
in, rolls in, my God how the money rolls in.
Other Verses: My
mother's a bawdy house keeper,
Each
night when the evening grows dim,
She
hangs out a little red lantern,
My
God how the money rolls in.
My
sister's a barmaid
in Sydney,
For
a shilling she'll strip to the skin.
She's
stripping from morning to midnight,
My
God how the money rolls in.
My
brother's a slum
missionary,
He
saves fallen women from sin,
He'll
save you a blonde for a dollar,
My
God how the money rolls in.
I've
lost all me cash on
the horses,
I'm
sick from the illicit gin.
I'm
falling in love with me sister,
My
God what a mess I am in.
Sing, sing a song, Sing out bawdy, Sing out
strong,
Sing
of good trails not bad, Sing of happy not sad.
Sing, sing a song, Make it simple, to
last the whole hash long,
Don't
worry that it's not clean enough for little ones' ears to hear,
Just
sing, sing a song. (Just sing, sing a song.)
La, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la
Sing, sing a song, Let the circle sing
along,
Sing
of sex there could be, Sing for you and for me
(Repeat second verse)
Bestiality's Great (Tune-Tie Me Kangaroo Down)
Chorus: Bestiality's
great, mate, Bestiality's great (Fuck a wallaby!)
Bestiality's great, mate, Bestiality's great.
Verses: Slip your slew to a ewe, Lou, Slip
your slew to a ewe (Bestiality!)
No one cares if you do, Lou, So, slip your slew to a ewe.
Stick your lug in a slug, Doug,
Stick your lug in a slug (Bestiality!)
Put a grin on your mug, Doug, And, stick your lug in a slug.
Have a fuck with a duck, Chuck,
Have a fuck with a duck (Bestiality!)
Some guys get all the luck, Chuck, Go on, have a fuck with a duck.
Hit the clit of a gnat, Matt, Hit
the clit of a gnat (Bestiality!)
Isn't that just where it's at, Matt, Hit the clit of a gnat.
Making love to a horse, Morse,
Making love to a horse (Bestiality!)
Sometimes you gotta use force, Morse, When making love to a horse.
Yesterday (The Beatles)
Yesterday, all my muscles seemed to feel OK.
Now
my body doesn't work today. Oh I went hashing yesterday.
Muscles ache, they'd be better if I'd
stayed in bed,
Now
it feels as if they're made of lead, Oh,
I wish I'd stayed home instead.
Why I ran that hash, was so rash, but what the heck.
Now
its clear I'm a mere physical wreck.
Bloodshot eyes, and my tongue is twice its
normal size,
It’s
at times like this I realize, Hashing isn't all that wise.
Why I drank that beer, isn't clear, it’s just a blur.
I
don't feel so young, and my tongue is lined with fur.
Yesterday, running seemed a healthy game to
play.
Now
my body is in disarray. Oh I went hashing yesterday
(mmm-mm-mmm.
. .)
Father
Abraham, had seven sons. Seven sons had father Abraham.
And
he never laughed and he never cried, all he did was go like this—
(Sing
and move your hands, feet, butt, head, tongue etc)
An engineer told me before he died,
Ah-hum, ah-hum,
I
have no reason to believe he lied. Ah-hum, ah-hum,
He
had a wife with a pussy so wide,
That
she could never be satisfied, Ah-hum, ah-hum, ah-hum, ah-hum
So he built a bloody great wheel. . .
Two
balls of brass and a prick of steel. . .
The
balls of brass he filled with cream.
And
the big machine was driven by steam. . .
He tied her ankles to the bed. . .
He
tied her wrists above her head. . .
There
she lay demanding a fuck,
He
shook her hand and wished her luck. . .
Round and round went the bloody great
wheel. . .
In
and out went the prick of steel. . .
Up
and up went the level of steam,
Down
and down went the level of cream. . .
Till at last the maiden cried. . .
"Enough,
enough, I'm satisfied!" . . .
Now
we come to the tragic bit,
There
was no way of stopping it. . .
Round and round went the bloody great
wheel. . .
In
and out went the prick of steel. . .
Up
and up went the level of steam,
Down
and down went the level of cream. . .
She was split from ass to tit. . .
And
the big machine was covered in shit. . .
The
moral of this story is mighty clear,
Never
fuck an engineer. . .
In
heaven there is no beer,
That’s
why we drink it here.
And
when we’re gone from here,
Our
friends will be drinking all our beer.
Hitler
has only got one ball
Goering’s
are purple and small
Himmler’s
are somewhat similar
And
Goebbels got no balls at all
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi,
There
is a bear in the deep dark woods, Yogi, Yogi bear.
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
Yogi
has a little friend, Boo-Boo Boo-Boo bear
Boo-Boo
bear, Boo-Boo bear
Yogi
has a little friend, Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo bear
Boo-Boo likes it upside down, Koala,
Koala
Boo-boo
likes it upside down, Koala koala bear.
Koala
koala bear, koala koala bear
Boo-boo
likes it upside down. Koala, koala bear.
(there are many, many more):
Boo-Boo has a girlfriend, Cyndi, Cyndi
Cyndi wears lingerie, Teddy, Teddy
Cyndi likes it on the ice, Polar, Polar
Cyndi gets what she deserves, Pregnant,
Pregnant
Yogi has a girlfriend, Suzi, Suzi
Suzi likes it up the rear, Brown, Brown
Yogi’s
stick is green and
long, Cucum, Cucum,
Suzi’s snatch it smells like cheese,
Camem, Camem
Suzi's boyfriend has no teeth, Gummi,
Gummi
Song
ender: Yogi he has HIV, Dying, Dying.
Dough, Ray, Me (Tune-Do, Re, Mi)
Dough, the stuff, that buys me beer,
Ray, the guy who serves me beer,
Me, the guy who drinks the beer,
Far, a long way to my beer,
So, I’ll have another beer,
La, la, la, la, la, la beer,
Tea, no thanks I’ll have a beer,
And that brings us back to,
Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer!
Doh!
啤酒,我买啤酒!
Ray 先生给我啤酒!
Me, 我一个人喝酒!
Far, 很远到我啤酒!
So, 我觉得我要酒!
La, 啦啦啦啦啦酒!
Tea? 不要只要啤酒!
我们回来到啤酒酒酒酒酒
My
bonnie lies over the ocean, My bonnie lies over the sea.
My
bonnie lies over the ocean, Please bring back my bonnie to me.
Bring
back, bring back, Please bring back my bonnie to me, to me
Bring
back oh bring back, Please bring back my Bonnie to me
A
lay zoomba zoomba zoomba, a lay zoomba zoomba HEY!
A
lay zoomba zoomba zoomba, a lay zoomba zoomba HEY!
Drink
it down, you Zulu warrior,
Drink it down, you Zulu chief, chief,chief!
Asshole,
asshole, a soldier I will be,
To
piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee,
For
cunt, for cunt, country I will fight,
Asshole,
asshole, a soldier I will be.
Who Needs Sex (Tune-Three Blind Mice)
Who
needs sex? Who needs sex?
It's
no fun. It's no fun,
You
chase after women and what do you get?
You
grumble and fumble and break out in sweat,
You
wake up at daylight just deeper in debt,
So
who needs sex? Who needs sex?
My
one skin hangs down to my two skin.
My
two skin hangs down to my three.
My
three skin hangs down my fourskin.
My
fourskin hangs down to my knee.
Roll
back, roll back, roll back my fourskin for me, for me.
Roll
back, roll back, roll back my fourskin for me.
Drinking Song (Tune-山人乐队《酒歌》)
阿表哥喝啤酒, 阿表妹喝啤酒
阿表哥你喜欢不喜欢也要喝
不喜欢也要喝, 不喜欢也要喝
管你喜欢不喜欢也要喝
Ā biǎo gē hē píjiǔ, ā biǎomèi
hē píjiǔ
Ā biǎo gē nǐ xǐhuan bù xǐhuan
yě yào hē
Bù xǐhuan (yě yào hē)
Bù xǐhuan (yě yào hē)
Guǎn nǐ xǐhuan bù xǐhuan yě yào
hē
Shitty Trail (Tune-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse)
S
-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
Shitty
trail (It sucked!), Shitty trail (Really sucked!),
These
dopey hares laid a shitty trail.
I would rather drink a beer than hash
that shitty trail,
S-H-I-T-T-Y
T-R-A-I-L, Down, down, down, down
We’ve Got Virgins (Tune-Frere Jacques)
We've got virgins, we've got virgins,
At our hash, at our hash,
Gonna get'em drunked up, gonna get'em drunked up,
Down the hatch, down the hatch, So drink it down, down, down . . .
Where, Oh where were you last month?
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. Down, down . . .
Hashers (Tune-The Flintstones)
Hashers, meet the hashers, they're the
biggest drunks in history,
From
the town of Xiamen,
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 down down down down down...
Front Running Bastards (Tune-Daydream Believer)
I
could hash and
drink beer, as the trail disappears,
At
6 o'clock this wanker stumbles in.
Down,
down, down, down, down, down, down
Drink up Mutant Gene, oh what can it
mean,
To
a front running bastard, who’s a cross-dressing queen.
Down,
down . . .
我在这 , 等着你过来
等着你过来, 你的大华彩
(重复一次)
哎哟哎哟, 你跑得那么慢
哎哟哎哟, 你跑得那么慢
Wǒ zài zhè, děng zhe nǐ guò lái
Děng zhe nǐ guò lái, Nǐ de dà huá cǎi
(repeat once)
Āi yō
āi yō, Nǐ pǎo de nà me màn
Āi yō
āi yō, Nǐ pǎo de nà me màn
Down,
down . . .
Why Was S/he Born So Beautiful (Best Dressed Hasher)
Why
was s/he born so pitiful? Why was s/he born at all?
S/he's
no fuckin' use to anyone, s/he's no fuckin' use at all.
S/he Ought To Be Publicly Pissed On (Worst Dressed Hasher)
(Tune-My
Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean)
S/he
ought to be publicly pissed on, S/he ought, to be publicly shot,
S/he
ought to be tied to a urinal, and left there to fester and rot.
Birthdays (Tune-The Volga Boatmen)
Happy
Birthday! <thud!> Happy Birthday! <thud!>
Death,
destruction, and despair
People
dying everywhere
Happy
Birthday! <thud!> Happy Birthday! <thud!>
Children
dying far and near
They
say that cancer's caused by beer
So,
Hashy birthday, fuck you, Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hashy
birthday, you asshole, Hashy birthday, fuck you
Amazing Hash (Tune-Amazing Grace) Milestones
Amazing Hash, how sweet the trail
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
The On-In now I see!
Just
two more blobs and
I'll be in
There waits the beer for me
And when I'm there, I'll drink my share
Till they get rid of me!
S/He's
the meanest, s/he sucks the horse's penis
S/He's
the meanest, s/he's the horse's ass.
Ever
since s/he found it, all s/he does is pound it
S/He's
the meanest, s/he's the horse's ass.
So
drink! Chug a Lug, Chug a Lug, Chug a lug
Why Are We Waiting? (Tune-Oh Come All Ye Faithful)
Why
are we waiting, Could be masturbating,
Oh,
why are we wa-ai-ting, So fuck-ing long.
Why
are we wait-ing, Could be fornicating,
Oh,
why-y are we wa-ai-ting? So fuck-ing long
Here’s
to brother (Hasher’s name), brother (name), brother (name).
Here’s
to brother (name), who’s with us today.
S/he
eats it, s/he beats it. Good god s/he mistreats it.
Here’s
to brother (name), who’s with us today.
So
drink motherf***er , drink motherf***r, drink motherf***er. . .
Himmmmm
Himmmmm
Fuuuck
himmmm
What
a wank, what a wank,
What
a wank wank wank
[repeat]
Harriette Song (Tune-Turkey in the Straw)
Well the wiggle of her ass
Would
make a dead man cum,
And
the nipples on her tits
Are
the size of my thumb.
She's
a mean motherfucker;
She's
a great cock-sucker;
She'a a
har-ri-ette!
Hasher Song( Tune-Turkey in the Straw)
Well the dimples in his cheeks
Would
make a butt chug fun,
As
the turds from his ass
Roll
off of your tongue.
He's
a gay motherfucker.
He's
a great cock-sucker;
He's
a harrier!
Whinger’s Song (Tune-Careless Whisper)
So
you’re never gonna walk again
Useless feet, you’ve got no vision
Though it’s easy to ascend, it’s just another hill.
You should have known better than to whinge again.
The wasted words that you’ve been giving
So you’re never gonna walk again.
Just stop your crying boo hoo hooooooooooooo.
Here’s
to (Hasher’s name), s/he’s true blue.
S/he’s
a Hasher through and through.
S/he’s
a pisspot so they say,
S/he’ll
never go to heaven in a long long way
Does A Hasher? (Tune-Do Your Ears Hang Low?)
Does
a hasher like to walk, does a hasher like to run.
Does
a hasher like to be where they're having all the fun?
Can
he drink a 12-ounce beer, while his friends all sing and cheer?
Now
your time has come. So drink it down, down. . .
This
is your hashing song,
It
isn't very long
Drink
it down, down, down. . .
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming
for to carry me home.
Swing
low, sweet chariot,
Coming
for to carry me home.
I
looked over Jordan and what
did I see,
Coming
for to carry me home?
A
band of angels coming after me,
Coming
for to carry me home.
(Humming 1x)
(Silence 1x)
And if you get there before I do,
Coming
for to carry me home
Tell my friends that I’m coming too,
Coming for to carry me,
Coming for to carry me,
Coming for to carry me home.