ZH3 – 90+ ‘Down Down’ & Other Songs.
And the hair(es), and the hair(es),
And the hairs on their dicky di do, Hung down to their knee.
One black one, one white one, And one with a bit of shite on,
And one with a fairy light on….. To show us the way.
S.H.I.T.T.Y., T.R.A.I.L.
Shitty trail (it sucked!), shitty trail (it was shit!),
The hares have gone and laid a shitty trail!
I would rather drink a beer than run your shitty trail,
S.H.I.T.T.Y. T.R.A.I.L.
(Tune: Flintstones)
Hashers, meet the hashers,
They're the biggest drunks in history,
From the town of Zürich, We’re the leaders in debauchery.
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch us as we down a lot of beers, Down down…..
(Tune: Frere Jacques)
We've got virgins (repeat x 2)
On/at our hash, On/at our hash,
Gonna get'em drunked up, Gonna get'em fucked up,
One by one. One by one.
When visitors at this hash appear,
Pay their 5 franks to drink our beer and offend all those who see or hear. The cries go up both far and near to: Drink it Down, Down, Down, Down.
Here’s to “name”, she/he's true blue.
She/He's a hasher through and through,
She/He's a pisspot so they say.
Never get to heaven in a long, long way. Drink it down…
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's a harriette, she goes down-down-down!
Here's to brother/sister 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 MF, Drink MF,
Here's to brother hasher, May he chug-a-lug.
She’s/he’s all right, She’s/he’s all right,
She’ a little flat-chested, OR He’s got a little dick,
But she’s/he’s all right.
(Tune: Row your boat) Down, Down, Down Your Beer
To pay for all your crimes,
Quit complaining about the taste - it isn’t sperm this time.
Ale zumba, zumba, zumba, Ale zumba, zumba, hey
Ale zumba, zumba, zumba, Ale zumba, zumba, hey
Drink it down You Zulu Warrior,
Drink it down You Zulu Chief, Chief, Chief…
(Tune: Hee-Haw)
Where oh where were you last week?
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.
She/he's the meanest, He sucks the horse's penis,
He's the meanest, He's a horse's ass.
Ever since he found it, All he does is pound it,
He's the meanest, He's a horse's ass.
You're stupid, you're stupid,
You're really fucking dumb.
If it wasn't for your mother you'd be a spot of cum.
He ought to be publicly pissed on.
He ought to be publicly shot (Bang Bang!)
He ought to be tied to a urinal
And kept there to fester and rot.
(Tune: Looney Tunes) Thank God she finally shut up,
He/She's always fuckin' bitchin', Now drink yer beer,
Get out of here, And get back in the kitchen!
Why was he/she born so beautiful,
Why was he/she born at all.
He/she's no fucking use to anyone,
He/she's no fucking use at all.
He /she might be a joy to his (her) mother,
But he's (she's) a pain in the asshole to me!
So drink it down, down, down….
Last night I met your sister,
She was tearing up the town,
She was missing teeth, And her pussy reeked,
But she still went DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
He/She likes it in the kitchen, (Repeat 3 times)
And kitchen is code for arse!
Asshole, asshole, A soldier I will be,
To piss, to piss, Two pistols on my knee,
For cunt, for cunt, For country and for king/queen,
Asshole, asshole, Asshole, asshole, A soldier I will be.
Some die of drinking water,
And some of drinking beer,
Some die of constipation, And some of diarrhoea.
But of all the world's diseases, There's none that can compare,
With the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick
of a Hash House Harrier - Drink it down, down, down
Dear Lord, won't you give me a ride to the hash,
My friends are all drinking, and I'm stuck out here,
I'll ride in a Chevy, a Ford or a truck,
I'll ride in a tram, bus, or a truck,
If you drive me there I'll throw in a fuc…. drink it down, down…
The back rides high and the front rides low.
I'll give you a ride if you give me a... drink it down, down…
He’s got a dose of the Clap (To: Whole Wide World)
He's got a dose of the clap, on his dick (Repeat x 3)
And it goes drip, drip, drip, …Drink it down, down . .
My name is Jack (Na-na na-na-na-na na)
I’m a necrophiliac (Na-na na-na-na-na na)
I fuck dead women (Na-na na-na-na-na na)
And I fill them full of jizzem (Na-na na-na-na-na na)
I get frustrated (Na-na na-na-na-na na)
When they’re cremated (Na-na na-na-na-na na)
Try as I must (Na-na na-na-na-na na)
YOU CAN’T FUCK DUST. Drink it down down down down…
He doesn’t go out with the girls no more,
The neighbourhood boys are weary.
He sits at home and beats his meat. Poof, he’s a fairy.
This is our hashing brother,
He goes from one hash to another.
We’ve never seen him with a lover. We think he might be gay.
A spoon full of sugar makes…
The lesbians go down x 2, In the most delightful way!
(Tune: My bonny tune)
His one skin hangs down to his two skin,
His two skin hangs down to his three,
His three skin hangs down to his foreskin,
His foreskin hangs down to his knee.
Roll back, roll back,
Roll back my foreskin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Oh, roll back his foreskin for me.- Drink it down, down..
(Tune: Let it Snow)
Well, the weather outside is frightful,
But his dick is so delightful. If you really want to see it grow,
Give it a blow, give it a blow, give it a blow.
There is a game of twenty toes.
It’s played all over town.
The girls, they play with ten toes up.
The boys with ten toes down, down....
(Tune - It's A Small World)
Well, it isn’t long and it isn’t thick,
It grows to slow and it comes too quick
It gets lost in a twat,
But it’s all that he’s got, It’s small, small dick.
It’s a small dick after all, It’s a small dick after all,
Always limp from alcohol….. it’s a small, small dick.
It's raining, It's pouring, Sex with you is boring
Went to bed with your brother / sister instead.
And woke up not so horny
(Tune: Alouette)
Masturbation, I like masturbation (repeat x2)
(Female) With a little cucumber, with a little cucumber.
(Male) With a little blow-up doll (repeat x2)
In she/he goes, out she/ he goes – Ooooh,, Aaaahhh, I cry,
Mahahahasturbation. I like Masturbation!
(Tune: She’ll be cuming round the mountain)
She'll be huffing like a freight train when she cums,
She'll be huffing like a freight train when she cums,
She'll be huffing like a freight train, huffing like a freight train,
She'll be huffing like a freight train when she cums.
Chorus:
Singing God, I'm coming, don't stop now (repeat x 2)
Singing God, I'm coming, God I'm coming,
God, I'm coming, don't stop now -- drink it down, down….
(Tune: Side by Side)
Put your left leg/tit over my shoulder,
Put your right leg/tit over my shoulder,
(wag tongue) La la la la la, la la la la, la la la.
(Tune: Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star)
Cougar, cougar on the prowl.
Get that guy to make you growl!
Now the cougar's in a cage. Oops! That guy was underage.
Cougar, cougar don't you frown. Now it's time to drink it….
Durex is a girl's best friend (To: Diamonds r girl’s BF)
A poke with a bloke may be quite incidental,
Durex is a girl's best friend,
He may shoot his load, But you won't be parental.
This simple precaution, Avoids an abortion,
Durex is a girl's best friend
Hold It in Your Hand, Mrs. Murphy
It only weighs a quarter of a pound
It's got hair round its neck like a turkey
And it spits when you jerk it up and down, down, down....
Love me Tender, Love me sweet
Wrap your lips around my meat, Watch me smile,
Watch me grin as my cum rolls down, down, down, down
(Tune: I'm a little tea pot)
I'm a little sex pot, short and stout
Here are my handles, Here is my spout
When I get all f**ked up, Hear me shout
Tip me over, and eat me out
Oh my darling, don’t say no,
Over the sofa you gotta go.
Up with your dress, And down with your drawers,
You tickle mine, And I’ll tickle yours.
(Tune: La Dona E Mobile) - Arsehouse or little boys
Arse holes are cheap today,
Cheaper than yesterday,
Little ones are half a crown, Standing up or bending down
Larger ones are three and six,
Because they have larger pricks
Arse holes are cheap today, Cheaper than yesterday.
Father Birmingham likes Altar Boys,
Altar boys like Father Birmingham.
And he makes 'em laugh (haha),
And he makes 'em cry (boo-hoo),
When he touches them in the rectory.
With the left…. with the right…. (with finger gestures)
(Tune: Bonanza theme)
Chorus: Get it up, get it in, get it out
Don't mess my hairdo,
You've got a dick, but you should lick,
So move that tongue around, Hit the spot, make me hot,
I will scream out loud
Chorus
Suck my toes, insert your hose, make my juices flow
Chorus
When I have cum, and I am done, We'll start another round
Chorus
The sexual life of the camel,
Is stranger than anyone thinks,
At the height of the mating season,
He tries to bugger the Sphinx.
But the Sphinx's posterior sphincter
Is clogged by the sands of the Nile,
Which accounts for the hump on the camel,
And the Sphinx's inscrutable smile.
My father makes illegal whisky,
My mother makes illicit gin,
My sister sells sin on the corner,
My God how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in, my God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
Rolls in, rolls in, my God how the money rolls in.
Oh what a wonderful morning,
Oh what a wonderful day.
I got the wonderful feeling, Everything’s going to shit!
The old brown cow went pffftz against the wall (repeat x3)
And the wall was covered in SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
(Tune: Sing a Song of Six Pence)
Sing a song of six checks, A pocket full of flour,
Four-and-twenty hashers, Lost on trail for hours.
And when they found the beer check,
There wasn’t any there, They all agreed to go On-Inn,
And kill the fucking hares!
Oh there are no real Hashers in Switzerland
'Cause they're all eating cheese,
Which they can't digest with ease
And from their arses comes a stinky breeze
(Tune: My Bonnie)
If I could fly high as an eagle,
Or soar through the sky like a crow
I'd fly over all of the shiggy, And shit on the Hashers below
OR
If I had the wings of an eagle,
If I had the wings of a dove, I’d fly over all the treetops,
And shit on all the hashers from above.
(Tune: I fought the law)
Running trail in the hot sun,
I/You/We ran the hash and the hash won (repeat x 2), I needed beer (OR beer stop) but there was none!
I ran the hash and the hash won!
These boots are made for hashing,
And that’s just what they’ll do.
One of these days, these boots are goanna hash all over you.
Jesus can’t go hashing ’coz the shiggy’ on his head (Repeat 3 times)
OR Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause he’s only got 12 friends
OR Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause he’s nailed to the cross
OR His Fathers’ seen the trail
Chorus: Free beer for all the hashers; (repeat 3 times)
Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves!
His eyes have seen the horror of the steepness of the trail,
His ears have heard the whining of the whining Hashers’ tale,
His lips have felt the passing of this nation's finest ale,
This Hasher's done it all!
Chorus: Glory, Glory, Ale and Lager! (Repeat 3 times)
(Tune: The Itsy-Bitsy Spider)
The tired ______Hasher went trudging up the hill,
Stopped at the Beer Stop and there he drank his fill,
And when the trail was over, His shoes were muddy brown.
And now at the circle, She/he has to drink it down, down,…
(Tune: Adams Family)
Their drinking is compulsive and
Their running is convulsive,
They're morally repulsive, The Hash House Harriers.
Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men,
He marched them up to the top of the hill and he marched them down again.
When they were up they were up and when they were down they were down, and when they were halfway up they were neither up nor….. down, down, down, down
Our lager which art in barrels
Hallowed be thy drink. Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk)
On the hah as it is in the pub, Give us this day our foamy beer,
And forgive us our spillages,