Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Based on a true story about Gunga Dick, South Bay HHH, composed by hashers unknown

This here’s a story ‘bout a man named Gunga, He had no prick, so he had to use his tongue-a. It was down in Houston at a Hash house Harriers’ run, A harlot straddled him and said, “Let’s have some fun!” You know … moustache rides … face smegma …

Well the next thing you know old Gunga’s caught in the act, The Hash folks said, “You oughtn’t be lickin’ that! The pound is the place where she ought to be.” He didn’t have a worry, except for VD. You know … tongue rot … herpes sores …

Well, the moral told here is when you’re hashing in Texas, You ought to keep your tongue out of other people’s sexes. They thought they’d honor him for public cunnilingus, Now Gunga’s called … Gungalingus.