Songs

All Australians are born illegitimate

All Australians are born illegitimate, born illegitimate, born illegitimateAll Australians are born illegitimate, b**tards through and throughThey aint got no birth certificate, birth certificate, birth certificateThey aint got no birth certificate, b**tards through and throughThey don't quite know who the father is, who the father is, who the father is,They don't quite know who the father is, b**tards through and throughThe Union Jack's on the Aussie flag, doo dah doo dah,The Union Jack's on the Aussie flag, all the doo dah day

Always a Woman

She's got the greatest tongue workThat you’ve ever seenShe licks both my balls tillThey're shiny and cleanAnd her pink little pussy'sAs tight as it can beI know it's the cat butIt feels like a woman to me

And the Hairs

And the hairs,And the hairs,And the hairs on her d**ky-di-do,Hang down to her knees,One black one, one white one,And one with a bit of shite on,One with a fairy light onTo lead us the way

Asshole, Asshole

Asshole, asshole,A soldier I would be,To piss, to piss,Two pistols on my knee.f**k you, f**k you,For curiosity.To fight for the old c**tTo fight for the old c**tFight for the old country.

Bestiality

Tune: Tie Me Kangaroo Down, BoysCHORUS:Bestiality's best boys,Bestiality's best, f**k a wallabee.Bestiality's best boys,Bestiality's best

Blessing the hares

Bless these hares,Bless this trail,Cops no catch us,Bogans no shoot us,Dog no bite us,Heat no stroke us,Plenty of cold beer and bubbly to drink,Hope we all get laid tonight.

Cross-Dressing Hashing Man

Tune: Popeye, the Sailor ManHe's a cross-dressing hashing mantoot, tootWears garters whenever he cantoot, tootWith bra straps too tight,but panties just right,he's a cross-dressing hashing mantoot, toot

Dinah

Tune: I've Been Working on the RailroadDinah, won't you blow me,Dinah, won't you blow me,Dinah, won't you blow my horn?Dinah, won't you blow me,Dinah, won't you blow me,Dinah, won't you blow my horn?Someone's in my sister's vagina,Someone's in my sister, I know,Someone's in my sister's vagina,f**kin' like a dynamo.

Do your balls hang low?

Do your balls hang low?Do your balls hang low?Do they wobble to and 'fro?Can you tie 'em in a knot?Can you tie 'em in a bow?Can you throw them over your shoulder Like a continental soldierDo your balls hang low?

Dough the stuff

Dough the stuff that buys my beerRay, the guy who sells me beerMe, the one who drinks my beerFar, a long way to the johnSo, I’ll have another beerLa, I ‘ll have another beerTea, no thanks I’ll have a beerThat’ll bring us back to Down Down...

Fellatio Song

Tune: For he's a jolly good fellowFor he enjoys fellatioFor he enjoys fellatioFor he enjoys fellationHe swallows everytimeHe swallows everytimeHe swallows everytimeFor he enjoys fellatio...

F*ck a duck

f**k a duck, a female duck,Screw a baby kangaroo.Finger-bang an orangutan,Let an elephant do you.Fell the penis of an eel,Whack the asshole of a yak.Masturbate with a gnu,And that will bring you back to,f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k...

Has anyone seen my cock?

Has anybody seen my cock,My big Rhode Island Red?He's mostly pink, with a little bit of blue,And purple on his head.He stands straight up in the morning,And he gives me wife a shock,Has anybody seen, anybody seen,Anybody, anybody seen my cock?

Hash Shirt

Tune: Meet the FlintstonesHash shirt...Where's your hash shirt?You’re the cheapest b**tard in historyHash shirt.. Buy a hash shirt.So you can join us in debauchery

He's the meanest

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.[alt verse]He's the lamest,He licks the horse's anus,He's the meanest,He's a horse's ass.

Heres to Brother Hasher

Tune: Ach, Du Lieber, AugustinHere's to brother hasherB4other hasher, brother hasherHere's to brother hasherMay he chug-a-lugHe's happy, he's jolly,He's f**ked up by golly,Here's to brother hasherMay he chug-a-lugSo drink motherf**kerDrink motherf**kerDrink motherf**kerDrink motherf**ker

Hey Hey we’re the Hashers

Tune: Hey Hey we’re the MonkeysHere we cummmRunning down your streetWe get the funniest looks from..Everyone we meet.Hey Hey we’re the hashers.People say we run aroundBut we’re to busy drinking.To put anybody down down down down

I'm a little sex pot

Tune: I'm a little tea potI'm a little sex potshort and stoutHere are my handlesHere is my spoutWhen I get all f**ked upHear me shoutTip me overand eat me out

It's a Small Dick

Tune: It's a Small WorldWell it's not too long and it's not to thick,It gets hard too slow, and it cums too quick,It gets lost in her twat,But it's all that he's got,It's a small, small d**k. It's a small d**k after all,It's a small d**k after all,Always limp from alcohol,It's a small, small, d**k!

Jesus Saves

Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic Notes: This song usually begins with an optional verse before the chorus is sung, but I’ve still listed the optional verses afterwards. For optional verses, the line is repeated three times before “Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves” is sung. At the conclusion of the song hashers usually fall to their knees and pray with the refrain “Jesus we’re only kidding.”CHORUS:Free beer for all the hashers;Free beer for all the hashers;Free beer for all the hashers;Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves!Optional Verses:Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause he’s nailed upon the cross;All the girls love Jesus ’cause he’s hung like this (spread out arms);Jesus don’t need flour ’cause he lays the trail in blood;Don’t give your beer to Jesus ’cause he’ll turn it into wine;Jesus won’t come hashing because Judas pissed him off;Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause he’s only got 12 friends.Jesus can’t go hashing, 'cause the shiggy is on his head.Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause his dad knows all the trails.Jesus can't go hashing cause he's mowing my front lawnJesus can't go hashing cause he only knows one whoreJesus can't go hashing cause the shiggy's on his headLast verse:Jesus we're only kidding... Jesus we're only kidding... Jesus we're only kidding... Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves!

Love Me Tender

Tune: Love Me TenderLove me tenderLove me sweetWrap your lipsaround my meatWatch me quiverWatch me grinAs my cumdrips down down down

Mrs. Murphy

Take it by the hand Mrs Murphy,It only weighs a quarter of a pound,Its got hair around it’s neck like a turkey,And it comes when you stroke it up and down,Down, down, down...

My One Skin Hangs Down to My Two Skin

Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the OceanMy one skin hangs down to my two skin,My two skin hangs down to my three,My three skin hangs down to my foreskinMy foreskin hangs down to my knee.CHORUS:Roll back, roll back,Please roll back my foreskin for me, for me.Roll back, roll back,Please roll back my foreskin for me.

New Shoes A Shoes Shoeys

Tune: Hey JudeNew shoes Now take one offPour some beer inAnd drink it downRemember, whenever you come to the hashIf you wear new shoesYou’re gonna drink itDown down down down down downHeyDrink it down down downDown da down down downDown da down down down

Ou Est le Papier?

Tune: MarseillaiseA Frenchman went to the lavat'ryTo have him a jolly good shit,He took his coat and trousers offSo that he could revel in it.But when he reached for the paperHe found that someone had been there before,"Ou est le papier?"Ou est le papier?Monsieur, monsieur, J'at fait manure.Ou est le papier?

Put Your Leg Over My Shoulder

Tune: Side by SidePut your left leg over my shoulder,Put your right leg over my shoulder,(Wag tongue)La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.Put your left tit over my shoulder,Put your right tit over my shoulder,(Shake head side to side)Bla-bla-bla-bla, bla-bla-bla, bla-bla-bla.

Rule Britannia

Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam,Five Chinese crackers up your asshole,BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

Shitty Trail (song for the Hares)

S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-LShitty trailShitty trailThe mother f**kers laid a shitty trailS-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L

Short down down song

This is your down-down song, It isn’t very long.Drink it down, down, down, down...

Swing Low

Swing low, sweet chariot,Coming for to carry me home,Swing low, sweet chariot,Coming for to carry me home.I looked over Jordan,And what did I see,Coming for to carry me home.A band of (f**king) angels,Coming after me,Coming for to carry me home.If you get there before I do,Coming for to carry me home,Tell all my friends,I'm coming too.Coming for to carry me home.

Sweet Heart Song

Let me call you sweetheartI'm in love with youLet me suck your nipplestil they're black and blueLet me lick your pussytil it's wet with GULet me slip my willyup your ole' wazoo

Take me out to the hash run

Tune: Take me out to the ball gameTake me out to the hash runBring me back to your roomBuy me some condoms for sex, sex, sexRibbed French Ticklers are always the bestSo it’s push push push until you climaxIf I don’t come it’s a shameFor it’s ooh uhh oh my god!I forgot your name!

Time of the Month (Blood on Trail song)

You can tell, by the smell, that she isn't very well,When the end of the month comes around.It'll rank, it'll stink, it'll turn your pecker pinkWhen the end of the month comes around.So it's Hi Hi hee to the Tampon IndustryShout out your sizesSmall... Large... Junior Miss....bail of hay... Palm TreeSo it's Hi Hi hee to the Tampon IndustryWhen the end of the month comes around.[Keep 'em stuffin']when the end of the month comes around.Drink it down down down

True Blue

Here's to ...., he's true blue,He's a Hasher, through and through,He's a Pisspot, so they say,Tried to get to heaven but he went the other way.So drink, drink, drink....

Twinkie, Twinkie, Little Hasher

Tune: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little StarTwinkie, twinkie, little Hasher,Can't you suck a little faster?Down upon my meat so slow,Like a whale about to blow,Twinkie, twinkie, little Hasher,Can't you suck a little faster?

Virgins

Tune: FlintsonesVirgins, meet the HashersWere the biggest drunks in historyFrom the town of SydneyThey're the leaders in debaucheryHalf minds, trailing shiggy through the yearsWatch them as they down a lot of beersDown, down, down, down, down, downDown, down, down, down, down, down, down, downDown, down, down, down, downDown, down, down, down, down, down!

What a Wank

Tune: William Tell OvertureWhat 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, what a wank, wank, wank.

Whip it Out at the Ball Game

Whip It Out at the Ball Game,Wave It Round at the Crowd,Dip It in Jello and Cracker Jack,I Don't Care If You Give It a Whack,Cause It's Beat Your Meat at the Ball Game,If You Don't Come It's a Shame,For It's One, Two,And You're Covered In Goo,At The Old Ball Game!

Where were you last week?

Where, Oh where were you last month/week?Why did you make us hash all alone?You Fat Lazy b**tards, You weren't even here.So we f**ked all the virgins and drank all the beer.

Why Are We Waiting?

Tune: Come Let Us Adore HimWhy are we waiting,Could be masturbating,Oh, why are we waiting,So f**king long.Oh, why are we waiting,Could be fornicating,Oh, why are we waiting,Oh, why are we waiting,Oh, why are we waiting,So f**king long!

Why was he born so beautiful?

Why was he born at all?He's no f**king use to anyone,He's no f**king use at all.He may be a joy to his motherBut he's a pain in the asshole to me.Drink it down, down, down, down...He ought to be thoroughly pissed on,He ought to be publicly shot,He ought to be tied to a dunnyAnd left there to fester and rot.Drink it down, down, down, down...

Wings of an Eagle

If I had the wings of an eagle,If I had the wings of a crow,I’d fly above the treetops,And shit on the hashers below.Shit on, shit on,I’d shit on the hashers below, belowShit on, shit on,I’d shit on the hashers below.

Zuma Warrior

Ah lay zuma, zuma, zuma, ah lay zuma, zuma hey,Ah lay zuma, zuma, zuma, ah lay zuma, zuma hey,Drink it down you Zuma Warrior,Drink it down Zuma Chief, Chief, Chief, Chief...