Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Composed by Banjo Paterson of the San Francisco HHH to honor departing GM Cuming Mutha, September 1994

Once a jolly ‘Stralian came to California, “I’m gonna make me a fortune” said he, And he worked and he hashed as he waited for his cash to build. “Who’ll come a-hashin in Frisco with me?”

CHORUS: Hashing with Norman “Cuming Mutha” Wheatley, Who would go a-hashing with such a man as he? And he worked and he ran and he hashed in San Francisco, “Who will come a-hashing in Frisco with me?”

And he worked with his toys in the Valley they call Silicon, “Silicone’s for titty-bumps, not fucking industry!” So declared our Hashman, intelligent and witty one, Oh, what a sly and a cool one was he!

Up jumped a bunch of bucks, full of piss and vinegar, “Grab him, we’ll make him our leader, will we!” They selected him Grand Master and that was the down-fall of him, “You’ll go a-hashing, Grand Master, will ye”

Then there was that asshole, an Irishman of little wit, Bent on destruction and mayhem was he. Out with his pal, as if anyone would give a shit, On with our hashing, our hashing went we.

Then came the Harriettes, surrounding their Grand Master, Head like a bowling ball, moustachioed was he. And they teased his little pecker-stick ‘til it grew to a three-inch dick, “Who ya gonna please with that thing? Not me!”

The economy it took a turn, and Tandem took a turn with it, “My fortune will never be found here” said he. So he filled his gut with Fosters’ and sent his shit by Qantas, “Won’t you come a-hashing in ‘Stralia with me?”

Good bye, then, to Norman “Cuming Mutha” Wheatley, Who would go a-hashing with such a man as he? And he wanked and he hashed and he went back to Australia, Some day we’ll come a-hashing in ‘Stralia with ye.