Lyrics

By Bitchy Cuntingham & Swamp Bitch, Pittsburgh HHH (as performed at the Pittsburgh HHH 1000th)

I am a man of constant boners, I see hooters everywhere. I will bid farewell to my virginity Down in the place with pubic hair.

REFRAIN: Down in the place with pubic hair.

Maybe bimbos think I’m just a half-mind, Wanker, looking for some whore. But I guarantee that my pudenda Will satisfy, and leave them sore.

REFRAIN: He’ll satisfy, and leave them sore.

For six long miles I’ve been real thirsty, No six-packs on trail I found. For on this hash I’m bound to tumble, I have no beer to help me now.

REFRAIN: He has no beer to help him now.

I have hashed for hours in some deep valley, Many falses I have found. Someday I may learn to skip the buses, To stay at camp and fuck around.

REFRAIN: He’ll stay at camp and fuck around!

So it’s fare thee well to my old liver, I don’t expect it’ll be the same. For I’ve got to do so many down-downs, Perhaps I’ll get a new hash name

REFRAIN: Perhaps he’ll get a new hash name.

A VIEW OF HASH A Poem by Flamin’ Moe, Anchorage HHH

Family of the foot are we Roots, tradition, history

Built from games so long ago We’ve flourished more than you could know

On every land, across every sea Our people gather just to be

We are unique and very special Some are crazy, some are mellow

Some are hiding from growing old Getting boring, or what “da man” done told

The reasons change with every day I don’t know why, that’s just our way

I prefer to think that we gather ‘Cause we like when we’re together

A group of spirits who feel the warmth When close to others whom support

People that understand the fun To sing, explore, curse, and run

A break from norms, a time to laugh A moment to hug or shake some hands

Never am I ashamed to say I love the Hash most every day

With inside drama, we sometimes shake When strong views clash or romance don’t take

Through it all we will not end Not the group, and not as friends

Skip a hash…Heck, skip a few When you’re back, we’ll start anew

Come be a Hare, Come be a Hound We’ll pour a beer, then drink it down