Lyrics

By Dances With Dogs, Oregon HHH Note: “Warriers” is spelled that way on purpose - F.B.

The Warriers had a meeting They came from near and far Some came by jet airliner Some came from Manly’s bar

And when they were assembled The Dog the Bitch and Man Out popped our Cornballer From the fucking can

One Warrier still was missing We had tried to shake him loose But Scrotum came upon us Swilling in the Goose

There we Warriers gamboled Without a worry or care When a crazed and drunken bimbo yelled “Hey, we’re supposed to hare!”

So to the next bar we rambled To wile away an hour When another skanky bimbo yelled “We forgot the fucking flour!”

As we staggered back to the box With our legs between our tail We had spent eight hours in many a bar But not a second scouting trail

There Lips did loan us a sacred vessel In which we shall not shit As long as Battered Woman And Killer stay away from it

But to those Warrier bimbos Who we thought we could not top Throughout the chef’s hat dance Their laughter would not stop

So then we all decided With ice shoved up our ass Monster not Baller is going to come To our next fucking Warrier hash

Of course we do realize That for our next Warrier trail If Monster’s coming with us Well be setting his fucking bail

But this tale cannot yet end Without thanks to the Oregon Hash And kidnap victim number three Much honor to deep gash