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First Lines of Down-Down Songs
________ is a wanker and all the Hash knows it
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 *
1-2-3 Ugh! *
A Frenchman went to the lavat'ry for to have a jolly good
A Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
After the Hash is over, once all the halfminds have gone, The deer
All-ay-zoomba, zoomba, zoomba
As I was walking down the street, a fine young man I happened
As I was walking through St. Paul's, The vicar grabbed me
Asshole! Asshole! A soldier I will be. To piss! To piss!
Back your ass against the wall. Here I come, balls and all,
B-double E-double R-U-N: Beer Run!
Bringin' up the rear! Bringin' up the rear! We shall come too late
'Cause they're all queers together
Come to me, my alcoholic baby, cuddle up & don't get tight.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true
Dinah, won't you blow me?
Does a hasher like to walk? Does a hasher like to run?
Dough, the stuff that buys my beer. Ray, the guy
Drink with me to days gone by, Sing with me
Dumb ass, dumb ass, dumb ass, dumb ass,
Feet down! Ass up! That's the way we like to fuck Yo' mama *
Fuck a duck: A female duck. Screw a baby kangaroo.
God bless my underpants, Brand that I like. Stand inside
Hand jobs and blow jobs and eating clitoris. Watching your
Hashers! Meet the Hashers! We're the biggest drunks in
Her left tit hangs down to her right tit. Her right tit hangs
Here I cum, down your way. I can cum twice a day,
Here's to _______! He's true-blue.
Here's to Brother/Sister Hasher
He's a hasher; he's okay. Works all day, comes out to play.
He's got a dose of clap on his dick.
He's got a dose of clap on the end of his dick. (chant)
He's the meanest! He sucks the horse's penis.
His one-skin hangs down to his two-skin. His two-skin
Hitler has only got one ball, Goering has two but very
Hot vagina for your breakfast, Hot vagina for your lunch, *
How d'ya do, _______? How d'ya do?
Hymn, Hymn. Fuck him!
I came down to the breakfast table, felt like I could die *
I don't want to join the Army
I love my girl (yes I do, yes I do), I love her truly, I love
I put my finger on her toe. Yo ho! Yo ho! I put my finger on *
I'm lookin' over my dead dog Rover, That I overran with the
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely
It was early last December, as near as I remember, I was
I've got a start on a twelve-inch hard-on that I've had all
I've got scars on these shiggy shins of mine. My car, it smells *
I've got sperm, goes wiggle, wiggle, wiggle As it goes *
Lacy things, the wife is missin', Didn't ask for her permission, *
Leprosy, All my skin is falling off of me. I'm not half the *
Love me tender, love me sweet: Wrap your lips around my
My boyfriend has a first name: it's P-E-T-E-R. My boyfriend *
My father is a fireman, He puts out fires. My brother is a *
My grandfather's cock was too long for his pants
My sister Belinda, she pissed out the winda, All over my *
Oh, Mister Lobsterman, home from the sea, Have you any *
Oh, the wiggle of her ass would make a dead man cum,
Once the trail is over, on a summer's day
Piss off, ya wank!
Pissonya, Pissonya, Pissonya *
Put your left leg over my shoulder. Put your right leg over *
Rich girls use Kotex. Poor girls use rags. Lulu's got a hole so *
Rule Brittania! Marmelade and jam! Three Chinese crackers up
Sally in the alley, siftin' cinders, lifted up her leg and farted
She was comin' around the mountain doin' ninety, *
She's a little sexpot. There's no doubt. These are her handle
S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L *
Some die of drinking water. Some die of drinking beer. *
Some guys like that bottled beer, Some like it in [drink free/buy me] *
Some people think a man is made of muscle and blood
Take it in your hand, Mrs. Murphy, for it only weighs a
Take me out to the hash run. Take me back to your room.
Ten sticks of dynamite hanging on the wall, *
Thank Gawd you finally shut up, Now quit your goddamn
The balls of O'Leary are wrinkled and hairy. They're
The doggies had a meeting, They came from near and far, *
The mayor of Bayswater, he had a pretty daughter *
The old brown cow went Pplppph up against the wall *
The sexual life of the camel Is stranger than anyone thinks
Their drinking is compulsive. [flatulence / shiggy-tracking]
There was a little bird, no bigger than a turd, sittin' on a
There's a game called "Twenty Toes". It's played all over
They oughta be publicly pissed on! They oughta be publicly
This is your Down-Down song. It isn't very long.
This little Hasher takes it up the butt! Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
'Twas a cold winter evening, the guests were all leaving
Was it you that did the pushin'? Left the stains upon
Way out in th'Arabian desert, under the great big sun
Well, it isn't long and it isn't thick; it gets hard too slow
Well, the liquor was spilled on the barroom floor
We're a bunch of rotten bastards, Scum of the earth, Scourge
We're glad you finally showed up, You sorry sonuvabitch.
We're the __________ Hashers and we're glad to be here. *
Were you lonesome tonight? [Did your throat get real dry]
What a wank!
What's the point of drinking tea? Indulging in sobriety *
When I was seventeen, I drank some very good beer *
When it's incest time in Texas, and there's no cunt to be found
When Lily went down to pass water, She pissed an incredible
When the press is obsessed with the mess on your [lights and puffs]
Where oh where were you hashing last week?
Whip it out at the ballgame! Show it off to the crowd!
Who can turn the Hash on with her wiggle?
Why were they born so beautiful? Why were they born at all?
Why, why did that dog have to die?
Would you like a finger in your rear? Or would you like *
Would you like to sit on my face? It's a very comfortable
You're not number five, not number four, number three, number

* These songs don't have tunes here yet. I'm workin' on 'em.

Created   :   2003 August 24
Modified   :   2003 June 30; July 1, 23, 25; August 1, 24, 26, 27, 29; September 9, 15; 2004 February 16, 23; October 26, 27, 28; 2005 November 11, 24; 2009 August 3; October 14; December 11
Author   :   Jeff "Little Head" Hutchinson
E-mail   :   Hutchinson dot Jeff at gmail dot com
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Copyright   :   2003-2009