Hash Songs

1 VC’s Song

Me no like you Blitish sailor
Me no like you men of war
Me no like you Blitish sailor
Yankee pay 5 dollars more

Yankee call me honey baby
Blitish call me flucking whore (flucking whore)
Me no like you Blitish sailor
Yankee pay 5 dollars more

Yankee tap upon my window
Blitish break the flucking door (flucking door)
Me no like you Blitish sailor
Yankee pay 5 dollars more

Yankee bling me sweet led roses
Blitish bling me sleet fluck all (sweet fluck all)
Me no like you Blitish sailor
Yankee pay 5 dollars more

Yankee fuck me on the sofa
Blitish fuck me on the floor (on the floor)
Me no like you Blitish sailor
Yankee pay 5 dollars more

Yankee leaving on next friday
Blitish stay for evermore.
Me no like you Blitish sailor
Yankee pay 5 dollars more

2 Love Joy's song

I love a gang bang, oh yes I will
Because a gang bang gives me such a thrill
When I was younger and in my prime
I used to gang bang all the tiii-iiime
But now I'm older and turning grey
I only gang-bang twice a day-ay

3  Dog lovers

I'm looking over,
My dead dog Rover,
That I over ran with the mower.
One leg is missing,
The other is gone,
The third leg is shredded,
All over the lawn.
You see 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 over ran, that I over ran,
That I over ran with the mower.

4 It’s cute and chix dig it!!!

Dough, the stuff, that buys me beer,
Ray, the guy who serves me beer,
Me, the guy, who drinks me beer,

Fa, a long way to the john,
So, I'll have another beer,
La, I'll have another beer,
Tea, no thanks I'll have a beer,
And that brings us back to,
Dough Dough Dough Dough(etc)

Bitch, a dog, a female dog,
Itch, a place for you to scratch,
Hitch, I pull my knickers up,
Grab, another word for snatch,
Bath, a place for making gin,
Sex, another word for sin,
Prick, a needle going in,
And that will bring us back to
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...

5 Birdie song 

I put my finger in a woodpecker's hole
And the woodpecker said, “god bless my soul,
Take it out, take it out, take it out
Remove it!"
I removed my finger from the woodpecker's hole
And the woodpecker said “god bless my soul,
Put it back, put it back, put it back
Replace it!"

6 Comin round the mountain!! 

To the tune of "She'll be Comin' Round the Mountain"

Oh, there are no serious Hashers by the Bay (by the Bay)
Oh, there are no serious Hashers by the Bay (by the Bay)
'Cuz they're all a bunch of queers
Who get drunk on half a beer
Oh, there are no serious Hashers by the Bay (by the Bay)

Oh, there are no serious Hashers in the Valley (in the Valley)
Oh, there are no serious Hashers in the Valley (in the Valley)
'Cuz they're all just freaks and geeks
They'll sit and masturbate for weeks
Oh, there are no serious Hashers in the Valley (in the Valley)

Oh, there are no serious Hashers in the East Bay (in the East Bay)
Oh, there are no serious Hashers in the East Bay (in the East Bay)
They hang around the hills
Smoking dope and popping pills
Oh, there are no serious Hashers in the East Bay (in the East Bay)
Down, down, down, down.

7 Daisy, Daisy

Daisy, daisy, give me your answer true.
Daisy, daisy, wouldn't you like to screw?
I really must beg your pardon,
But I've got a hell of a hard on
From beating my meat against the seat
Of a bicycle built for two.

8 Our Lager

Our lager, which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk), At home as it is in taverns.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillage 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

9 Girl loves veg

My girlfriend is a vegetable,
She lives in a hospital.
But I would do anything,
To keep my girl alive-oh.

She's got no arms or legs,
Just a set of wooden pegs.
But I would do anything,
To keep my girl alive-oh.

She's got her own TV,
it's called an ECG.

10 Mrs Murphy

Give a cheer, give a cheer
For the men who drink the beer
In the cellar of Murphy's saloon.
They are brave, they are bold
And the stories that are told
In the cellar of Murphy's saloon.
For it's guzzle, guzzle, guzzle
As they pour it down their muzzle
And shout out their orders loud and clear:
"More beer."
For it's more, more, more
As the cops break down the door
In the cellar of Murphy's saloon.

Won't you put it in your mouth Mrs. Murphy,
For it only weighs a quarter of a pound,
It's got hair on its neck like a turkey
And it spits when you rub it up and down.