How it works:

When you have 10 runs you get the song book with your hash name and 4 pages:
Song No. 2 - 6 plus the last song which is Swing Low. Then every 5 runs you'll get another card with 2 more songs.
When you have completed 60 runs, you'll have the complete book.

Page 2

Down Down

Here’s to …… he’s true blue,
he’s a hasher through and through,
he’s a pisspot so they say,
tried to go to heaven but he went the other way,
drink it down down down

Why are we waiting, why are we waiting, oh why are we waiting oh why why why

Page 3

Why was he born so beautiful

Why was he born so beautiful,
Why was he born at all.
He’s no fucking use to anyone,
He’s no fucking use at all.
He might be a joy to his mother,
But he’s a pain in the asshole to me!

Page 4

My one skin hangs down to my two skin

("My Bonnie lies over the Ocean")

My 1 skin hangs down to my two skin,
My 2 skin hangs down to my three,
My 3 skin hangs down to my foreskin,
My 4 skin hangs down to my knee.

Chorus:
Roll back, roll back,
Oh roll back my foreskin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back my foreskin for me.

My body lies over the ocean,
My body lies over the sea.
My father lies over my mother,
And that's how they created me.

Page 5

He's the meanest

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.

Page 6

I used to work in Chicago

Chorus:
I used to work in Chicago, in an old department store.
I used to work in Chicago…
but I don't work there anymore
A woman came in for a computer (a computer from the store)
A computer she wanted; my wang she got, and I don't work there anymore.
Screwdriver - screwed
Hammer - nailed
T-bone - my boneless round
Carpet - pile she wanted, shag she got
Gun - banged

Page 7

Give me that good old vino

I like my gin - it helps me get in,
but give me that good old vino.
I like my vino,
it gives me a swing supremo.

Aye-yi-yi-yi, Si, si signora.
My sister Belinda she pissed out the window
and filled up my brand new sombrero.

I like my brandy - it helps me feel randy,
but give me that good old vino.
I like my vino,
it gives me a swing supremo.

(chorus)

Page 8

Zulu Warrior

Ola zooma zooma zooma,
Ola zooma zooma chief,
Drink it down you Zulu warrior
Drink it down you Zulu chief
Drink it down you Zulu warrior
Drink it down you Zulu chief, Chief

Drink it down, down …

Page 9

He ought to be publicly pissed on

He ought to be publicly pissed on
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 and fester and rot

Drink it down, down …

Page 10

Amazing Hash

Amazing Hash
How sweet the trail
That saved a DFL like me
I once was lost
But now I’m found
The On-On I now see.
Just two more blocks
And I’ll be in
The beer is waiting for me
And when I’m there
I’ll drink my share
Till they get rid of me!

Page 11

Yogi Bear Song

Melody--Camptown Races
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi,
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.
Chorus (repeat previous verse):
Yogi, Yogi Bear,
Yogi, Yogi Bear,
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.

Page 12

What a wank

What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank,
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank,wank,
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank,
What a wank, what a wank, wank, wank.

Page 13

Number 69

Tune: Auld Lang Syne

Should Hashes of the world forget
who stand above the rest,
the bronzed, athletic fuck machines
from SWH3 are the best.

CHORUS:
Fuck off ya cunts, fuck off ya cunts
fuck off ya cunts you'll see,
we'll run and drink and then we'll sing
for the sake of SWH3.

Page 14

Woodpecker Song

Melody--Dixie

 I put my finger in the 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!"

Page 15

Monday is a wanking day

Leader: Today is Monday!
All: Today is Monday!
Leader: Monday is a wanking day!
All: Monday is a wanking day!
CHORUS:
Leader: Are we gonna have a good time?
All: You bet your ass we are!
All: (raise cups over heads and make one complete turn
while humming) Da da dut da da, da da dut da da
Tuesday is a finger day!
Wednesday is a hmmmm day!
Thursday is a drinking day!
Friday is a fucking day!
Saturday is a fisting day!
Sunday is a hashing day!

Page 16

Pretty Hashette

(to “Pretty Woman”)
Pretty Hashette, running down the street,
Pretty Hashette, the kind I like to meet,
Pretty Hashette, I don't believe you, you're not true,
No one could have tits like you!
Pretty Hashette, won't you pardon me,
Pretty Hashette, I couldn't help but see,
Pretty Hashette, you look horny, I can see,
Are you horny just like me?

Page 17

Yesterday

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,
Wish I had stayed at home instead.
Why I ran that hash,
Was so rash,
But what the heck?
Now it's clear, I'm a mere,
Physical wreck.
Bloodshot eyes…

Page 18

Hey Mr. Taliban

Hey Mr Taliban, Show us your banana
Allah's coming and we wanna come too.
Hey Mr Taliban, Show us your banana
Allah's coming and we wanna come too.

Refrain:
Aaaaaahhh Aaahh Ali Akbar
If you're coming then we wanna come too.
Aaaaaahhh Aaahh Ali Akbar
If you're coming then we wanna come too.

The night is short and your dress is long
Allah's coming and we wanna come too.
Lift it up and show us your thong
Allah's coming and we wanna come too.

Page 19

Irian Jaya

(to: Mull of Kintyre)

Far have I travelled and much have I seen
had blow jobs from bancis and fucked things obscene
been cripled by herpes and things far more fire
but if you want a blow job go to Irian Jaya.
CHORUS:
Irian Jaya,
to be gobbled by natives is what I desire.
They practice on blowjobs in Irian Jaya.

Page 20

Blue Moon's Beer

(to “Jingle Bells”)

 Oh, Blue Moon’s beer,
Blue Moon’s beer,
Blue Moon you’re a dick.
When we drink your fucking piss
It makes us fucking sick.
Oh, Blue Moon’s beer,
Blue Moon’s beer,
We told you fucking twice,
When you pack those fucking beers
Don’t forget the ice.

Page 21

Green Green Grass of Home

(Text by Pink Frits)

 My old home hash looks upside down,
As I lay here on the ground.
And there‘s that old big chair where I just felt awful
Down the bar I look and here comes Bessy
A damn good chick but she‘s kind of messy
When you‘re laying in the Green Green Grass of Home
Yes they all try to fill me
All hashers smiling sweetly
It‘s good to touch the Green Green Grass of Home

Page 22

We go hashing

(Tune: Clementine)

We go hashing, we go hashing,
We go hashing once a week,
With the Stuttgart Wurst House  Hashers,
We go bonkers once a week.

Girls and boys and other sexes,
Stand up tall and sing out clear:
We shall never be athletic,
We just do it for the beer.

Page 23

Thirsty Hash Song

 Tune: New York, New York

Start spreading the news,
We’re shagging again,
We’re gonna make a bonk of it
In Thirsty Hash,

I want to wake up with a Hasher that never sleeps,
And find I’m on top again,
Still half asleep,
Beer in my haaaaaand,

Drink it down, down …

Page 24

Hash Way

 (To: "My Way")

Hash now, the fest is near
And so we face the final ON-IN
My friends drink up your beer,
lets get shit faced,
my feet are hurtin’
We've hashed a route
that's full of hills
and shit along
the TRAIL-WAY"
No more, I need a beer,
and I'll drink it "
MY WAY".

Page 25

Sixteen Checks

 (To: "Sixteen Tons")

Some people say
a trail is made out of mud,
A hasher's made
out of beer soaked blood,
Beer and blood, skin and bones,
A mind that's half,
a sex drive that's strong.
Chorus:
Sixteen checks, what do you get?
A little bit closer and a thirst you can't wet.
Can't drink, can't piss, I can't give up,
I owe a down down when the hash circles up.

Page 26

Hello Penis my old friend

 (To: The sound of silence)

 Hello penis my old friend,
I've come to play with you again,
When those wet dreams
come a-creeping,
I spurt my seeds while I am sleeping,
And with your helmet
firmly planted in my hand,
It will expand,
While jerking off in silence.

 Drink it down, down …

Page 27

Swing Low

Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot,
Cumin’ four two carry me home…
Swing low, sweet char-i-o-ot,
Cumin’ four two carry me home.
I looked over Jordon,
And what did I see-ee,
Cumin’ four two carry me home…
A band of An-gels,
Cumin’ after me-ee,
Cumin’ four two carry me home…

If you get there be-four I doo,
Cumin’ four two carry me home…
Tell all my friends I’m cumin’ twoo,
Cumin’ four two carry me home…

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