Hash Songs
A collection of the most popular hash songs used by Shanghai Hash House Harriers
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SHITTY TRAIL [Introduce the hares]
(Tune of the Mickey Mouse Club March)
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
Shitty trail (It sucked!),
Shitty trail (It was fucker!),
The motherfuckers laid a shitty trail.
I would rather drink a beer than hash a shitty trail,
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
THE DOWN-DOWN SONG
THE HASHER SONG [Patches/Muggings/Namings]
He/She’s a hasher, he’s true blue,
He’s/She’s a hasher, through and through.
He’s/She’s an asshole, so they say,
Tried to go to heaven, but he went the other way.
BULLSHIT [For excuses or bad stories]
(Tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)
Bullshit, bullshit,
It all sounds like bullshit to me, to me.
Bullshit, bullshit,
It all sounds like bullshit to me.
SHE’S/HE’S ALL RIGHT
For well-endowed harriets
She’s all right, She’s all right, She’s got a great big rack, But she’s too white.For hashers
He’s all right, He’s all right, He’s got a teeny-weeny dick, But he’s all right.
PISSONYA
ALL AUSTRALIANS ARE BORN ILLEGITIMATE
(Tune of The Old Gray Mare)
All Australians are born illegitimate,
Born illegitimate,
Born illegitimate,
All Australians are born illegitimate,
Bastards through and through.
They ain’t got no, birth certificates,
Birth certificates,
Birth certificates.
They ain’t got no, birth certificates,
Bastards through and through.
THE MAYOR OF BAYSWATER – short[Hares Song]
And the hares!
And the hares!
And the hares of her dickey-di-do,
Hung down to her knees.
One black one, one white one,
And one with a bit of shite on.
And one with a fairy light on,
To show is the way.
WHAT A WANK [Long Time No Sees song]
(Tune of the William Tell Overture)
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank,
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank.
What a wank, what a wank, what a wank, wank, wank,
What a wank, wank, wank, wank.
WHY ARE WE WAITING? [When the hash waits]
(Tune of O Come Let Us Adore Him)
Why are we waiting?
Could by masturbating [fornicating, rollerblading, my grandma’s ovulating, etc.),
Oh, why are we waiting,
So fucking long?
BIRTHDAY DIRGE
Happy birthday [thump],
Oh, happy birthday [thump].
People dying everywhere,
Sickness, sorrow, and despair.
On your birthday [thump],
Oh, happy birthday [thump].
One day closer to death!
HARRIETT ANTHEM (Do Your Ears Hang Low)
The nipples on her chest are as big as a thumb,
The wiggle of her arse would make a blind man cum.
She`s a mean motherfucker, She`s a great cocksucker,
She`s a ha-rri-ette.
And she goes down down down down,
EL CAMINO
El camino,
El, el camino;
El camino,
El, el camino;
The front is like a car,
The back is like a truck,
The front is where you drive,
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DONNIE THE RETARD
(To the tune of: Frosty The Snowman)
Donnie the retard,
Had an 8 pound melon head,
He was five foot three and he said to me, Hiii, I’m Dooonnnnnniiieee…
HE OUGHT TO BE PUBLICLY PISSED ON
(To the tune of: My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean)
He ought to be publicly pissed on,
He ought to be publicly shot; (Bang Bang!)
He ought to be tied to a Shanghai, “Piss Trough,” (uri-nal)
And left there to fester and rot.
HE’S THE MEANEST
(To the tune of: “The Hallelujah Chorus” from Handel’s Messiah)
He’s the meanest, He sucks the horse’s penis, He’s the meanest, He’s a horse’s ass.
All he does is pound it, Ever since he found it, He’s the meanest, He’s a horse’s ass.
He’s always pissing on us,
He’s rotten and dishonest,
He’s the meanest, He’s a horse’s ass.
(Variation)
She’s superior, She’s got class, She’s superior, She’s a horse’s ass.
All she does is rub it, She’ll sometimes even scrub it,
She’s superior, She’s a horses ass.
If you want to poke her beaver, She’s a cagey, little Diva,
She’s superior, She’s a horses ass.
GERMANS HAVE NO HUMOUR
Germans have no sense of humour
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Its not true its just a rumour
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
We can laugh
But we don’t
CANADIAN SONG (BABY SEAL SONG) C
(To the tune of: Killing the Baby Seals)
[A North American Army Running Cadence…]
Way up north in Canada the air is getting cold,
We’re running out of money and
We’re running out of gold;
That is why we earn our living…
Clubbing the baby seals! (Arf, Arf, Arf)
You can hit them with a club
You can hit them with a brick,
You can poke them in the eye
With your eye poking stick.
That is how we earn our living…
Clubbing the baby seals. (Arf, Arf, Arf)
You can slash them on the head
you can slash them in the throat,
You can throw them in the back of
Your Newfie fishing boat.
That is how we earn our living…Slashing the baby seals! (Arf, Arf, Arf)