Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

When I left old Phuket, ‘twas just yesterday, I was given these words by the dear old R.A., “Be careful young Hashman, I want you to hear, Don’t go and get pissed up and catch gonorrhea.”

CHORUS: Piss off with your troubles, I don’t want to know, I don’t get embarrassed wherever I go, I like to go whoring and drink lots of beer, And I never worry about gonorrhea.

I went down to the river and there on the bank, I saw an old man who was having a wank, Disgusted, I told him it’ll make him go blind, He said, “Son, it’s so good I really don’t mind.”

I went round to a friend’s house making some calls, His old dog was sitting there just licking its balls, I said, “That looks nice, I’d like to try that,” Well, okay, but first give old Fido a pat.

Into the Rock Hard I happened to stroll, To sit and perv on some lovely young moll, One sat down beside me, ‘twas when I awoke, For the last twenty minutes I’d been ogling a bloke.

While out in the jungle and running with Hash, I felt like a blow job and I had some spare cash, I offered a young lady the sum of ten bucks, She said, “Wait for the G.M., they say that he sucks.”

Well I finally caught it, and I’ll tell you this, You cannot drink beer, and it hurts you to piss, I’ve a little red sore that looks just like a chancre, But I’d rather be poxed up than like you, you wanker.