Melody - Itself
Why was he born so beautiful?
Why was he born at all?
He's no fuckin' use to anyone,
He's no bloody use at all.
Drink it down down down down
Down down down down...etc
(usually at this stage we go straight on the next song)
They say he's a joy to his mother,
But he's a pain in the arse to me,
He's fresh as a daisy,
He drives me crazy,
So drink it down, down, down . . .
Melody - O Come All Ye Faithfull
Why are we waiting,
Slowly masturbating,
Oh, why are we waiting,
So fucking long, etc . . .
(usually sung for the Hare)
He's a Hasher, he's true blue
He's a Hasher, through and through
He's a Hasher, so they say
Tried to go to heaven
But he went the other way/ or turned out gay
Drink it down-down-down-down....
Melody - Ach, Du Lieber Augustin
Here's to brother hashers,
Bother hashers, brother hashers,
Here's to brother hashers,
May they chug-a-lug.
They're happy, they're jolly,
They're fucked up by golly,
Here's to brother hashers,
May they chug-a-lug.
So drink motherfuckers,
Drink motherfuckers,
Drink motherfuckers,
Drink motherfuckers,
Here's to brother hashers,
May they chug-a-lug.
Melody - Itself
He's the meanest,
He sucks the horse's penis,
He's the meanest,
Takes it up the arse.
Ever since he found it,
All he does is pound it,
He's the meanest,
Takes it up the arse.
He's always pissing on us,
He's rotten and dishonest,
He's the meanest,
Takes it up the arse.
So drink it down, down, down ...
Who is Julia?
Who is she?
She's a rag bag, a shag bag, an automatic whore.
She's got a fanny like a big barn door
She can run, skip and jump
Catch a barrel up her cunt.
She's the girl for me!
I went down the cellar
To get a bottle of cider
And there I found (insert hasher name)
Jerking off a spider.
I went down later
To get a bottle of gin
And there I found the bastard
Jerking off again!
Melody - Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
Note: gestures accompany words
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.
CHORUS:
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,
Comin' for to carry me home,
But still my soul feels heavenly bound.
Comin' for to carry me home.
REPEAT CHORUS
If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends that I'm coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.
(repeat with variations: humming and motions only, silence and motions only, doubletime)
