Lyrics

(this part to be sung by harriettes)

On top of old Smoky, his manhood aglow, I lost Smoking Wiener from stroking too slow.

Now, fucking is pleasure and cumming is brief, And a false-hearted hasher is worse than a thief.

For a hasher will fuck you and drink what you brought, But a false-hearted hasher will leave you with naught

And the grave will decay you and turn cunts to dust; One Wiener in a hundred a poor girl can lust.

(this part to be sung by harriers)

They’ll blow you and kiss you and tell you more lies, Than blowjobs on a hash run or stars in the skies.

So, come all you young maidens and try to mount me, Never place your privates round a green willow tree.

For the leaves they will whither, and the roots they will die, You’ll all get infections and never know why.