Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

(Some say this song is supposed to end with group mooning; others insist it’s supposed to end with group farting. If you can get a group of hashers to fart all at once, you’re a better song master than I …)

CHORUS: Ah-zuppa-dah, zuppa-dah, zuppa-dah-dah, Zuppa-dah, zuppa-dah, zuppa-dah-dah. We’re singing in the rain, Just singing in the rain, What a glorious feeling, We’re hap! hap! happy again, Verse/action: Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Arms out!

Repeat chorus adding new line and action each time: Hands together! Thumbs up! Elbows bent! Shoulders back! Chest out! Stomach in! Ass out! Knees together! Heels together! Toes together!

SLAVE CHEER AND I-FEEL-LIKE-I’M-FIXING-TO-WORSHIP RAG Melody - Fish Cheer and I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixing-To-Die Rag, by Country Joe and the Fish By Fuk Stik (dedicated to the mistresses of the California Larrikins HHH)

Head Slave: Gimme a S! Response: S! Gimme a L! L! Gimme a A! A! Gimme a V! V! Gimme a E! E!

What’s that spell? SLAVE! What’s that spell? SLAVE! What’s that spell? SLAVE!

Come on all you, big strong men, The Hash Mistress is here again. We’ve all gathered in Hillcrest Just in case she shows some breast. So get on your knees and avert your eyes, We’re gonna hear her cat-o-nine fly

Chorus: And it’s one, two, three What are we kneeling for? Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn Next stop is the promised land! And it’s five, six, seven, Hope it’s not to late, There ain’t no time to wonder why, Whoopee! Watch the whip fly…

Well come on worms, let’s move fast, Your big chance chance has come at last. Gotta go out and show that ass — The only good man is one that’s thrashed. And you know when it’s all done, If you’ve been good, you might get to cum…

And it’s one, two, three What are we kneeling for? Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn Next stop is the promised land! And it’s five, six, seven, Hope it’s not to late, There ain’t no time to wonder why, Whoopee! Watch the whip fly…

Mistress, Mistress, tell me please What I do now that I’m on my knees… Whip me, beat me, make me yours All I want is to be on all fours. Tease me, taunt me, just give me a chance To see what’s in those PVC pants…

When it’s all over and I am beat, I’m still wondering about my meat. She’s taken my spirit, she’s taken my pride, And all I got left is a sore behind. I guess it’s not my place to think, Just to lick her boots and eat her pink!