Lyrics

There is a house in Nittany Valley, They call the Harriers, And it’s been the salvation of many a poor boy, And God, I know, I’m there.

My Mother was Inferior, An Ann Arbor harriette, My father was the Reverend Poon Tang, A Chemical Waste hasher yet.

Now the only thing a hasher needs, Is a shag bag and a beer, The only time that he is satisfied, Is when the beer is near.

Oh Mother, tell your children, To do what I did dare, To live their lives in sin and ecstasy, As a Hash House Harrier.

With one foot on the beer check, The other foot on the trail, I’m going back to the apres, To chase after bimbo tail.

Well, there is a house in Nittany Valley, They call the Harriers, And it’s been the salvation of many a poor boy, And God, I know, I’m there.