Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Composed by Flamin’ Asshole, ECHHH; contributed by M.I.A.

In the panhandle of Florida, there’s a group that loves to hash. They’re from the Emerald Coast, as their T-shirts boast and they can sure throw a hell of a bash. They got a hundred or two hash house harriers, and they like to have a lot of fun. They eat their red beans and rice, while drinking beer as cold as ice and they have even been known to run.

CHORUS: And they’re the Emerald Coast Hash House Harriers, They’ve been known to run through any barriers, ‘Cause they’re as crazy as the day is long, And known to show their ass or sing a song.

It’s hares away and off they’re running, dropping flour from a plastic sack. They mark the intersections, with hash in all directions so they can split and bring together the pack. The FRBs are shouting “On On!” as the pack asks the question “Are You?” They claim they’re on the right trail, and the check is in the mail, because a virgin missed a Check Back Two.

They’re getting closer to the On Home, a P-Check brings the pack in tight. Just a little more shiggy, but they’re squealing like a piggy ‘cause the Beer Near is in sight! After running for an hour, through the nastiest parts around, The hares all wail, that they have laid the perfect trail, but their reward will be a double Down Down.

And the night turns into morning, they have acted like a bunch of fools. They took short-cuts, and showed their tits and butts, but that’s okay because there are NO RULES!