Hashin'

Source: Pittsburgh Hash House Harriers

Lyrics

Hashin’ — along the Conamaugh Scratched up — till my legs are raw Was that — a beer I just saw? And is there any more… for me?

What in the world ever became of Big Beef? You know, he hasn’t hashed in a year and a half. I heard some Eerie germ’s been giving him big grief. I guess that’s why they named him ‘Chief of Staph’.

Hashin’ — over field and street, Bimbos — suck their toes and feet Fat boys — like to beat their meat And everybody’s beggin’ for… more beer.