Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

By JAG-Off, Biloxi H3 & Grind Slut, Houston H3

CHORUS: Jungle Swallows, Jungle Swallows Takes it all the way Oh what fun, it is to cum In Jungle’s open face … Hey! (repeat) When you pull out your tool, She knows just what to do If your prick is big or small She’ll deep throat ‘em all

Splashing on her nose With my big fat pulsing hose James thinks he’s first But we all know That Biloxi quenched her thirst! Hey!

KEEP ON HASHING (Regardless of 1997) Melody - http://www.fighterpilotuniversity.com/music-and-theater/songs/don-t- want-to-join-the-af/ Note: this is a Hong Kong hashing song by Malibog. He offers the following explanation: “PADS is the Port and Airport Development Strategy, which China has resisted to prevent Hong Kong spending its stored billions in reserves. China would prefer Hong Kong pass over the $ at the handover of sovereignty in 1997. Obviously we want to spend it, so we can all make some money. ‘Gweilo’ is a derogatory Chinese expression for Westerner meaning ‘white ghost.’ Maggie (I gave it away, I can take it back) Thatcher (or our Wanchai Hash Grand Mistress Maggie Reynolds - just as dangerous in command). Hong Kong Hashes mentioned: Monday - Kowloon Men’s Hash. Tuesday - the Old Tarts (ladies hash). Wednesday - Little Sai Wan (mixed hash). Thursday - The SouthSide Gentlemen’s Hash. There are no Friday or Saturday evening Hashes because we don’t want to be too hangover on the following days our days off. Sunday - The Wanch Hash, Wan Chai (hangovers on Monday are mandatory).”

I got the shits with Mainland China, I got the shits with them old boys you see, When your on the PADS you know, You shouldn’t screw the lads, Stuffing up the earnings of our gweilo package. I know how to cope with these frustrations, And it could be called a Carlsberg jamboree, Why can’t we stay with England? With merry merry England, And get a lease for one more century. So we go …

CHORUS: Monday hashing with the he-men, Tuesday hashing with the girls, By Wednesday I’m a mess, Little Sai Wan, I confess, Drinking all the earnings of my gweilo package; Thursday - the Gentlemen of the SouthSide, And to The Wanch for some more therapy, Why can’t we stay with England? With merry merry England, And get a lease one more century.

We don’t want to be in China We don’t want to work for yuan We’d rather hang around, Hong Kong dollar or the Pound Living off the earnings of our gweilo package; Won’t spend our days on a two-weeler Won’t spend our evenings drinking tea! We’d rather stay with England With merry merry England And get a lease for one more century So we go … (chorus)

They say it is a doomed territory They say they’ll push us Brits into the sea, I called up my Mother, my sister, and my brother They said, “You can’t live with me!” I don’t want to join the party I don’t want to be a man called Wong! I just want to go down, to old Wanchai Spend up all the earnings of my Gweilo package; I don’t want no mainland women ‘Cause Hong Kong’s full of girls I haven’t had I just want to stay with England With merry merry England And colonize the place, just like my Dad. And he went … (chorus)

We don’t want to call the army We don’t want to go to war We’d rather hang around, build an airport, on our ground Building up the earnings of our Gweilo package; There’s a lot some people take for granted There’s a lot of politicking yet to come But with Maggie and with Taiwan We could push the border back to Canton But with their “A” bomb, I ‘spose that’s kind of dumb.

Cause there’d be … No more hashing with the he-men No more hashing with the girls By Wednesday, what a mess, all that fall-out, I confess The living would be frying, in that thermal package; No more gents, no more South-side So everybody get down on your knees Be careful will ya England Real careful careful England And ask ‘em nicely for an airport please!