Lyrics

Horny hashers with open fly Drunken men who run and lie Men who don’t mean what they say These crazed men, will hash today

CHORUS: Whistle lanyards upon their chest These are drinkers, America’s best One hundred men will hash today But only three will find the way

Trained to run on nature’s land Trained in party, beer-in-hand Men who drink by night and day Hashing fools on the trail today

Back at home a young wife waits Her hasher has stayed out late He has run with those oppressed Leaving her his last request

“Put whistled lanyard on my son Make him one of America’s best He was born to run and play Have him lay hash trail someday.”