A good hashing song is, well...short, long, bawdy, raunchy, stupid, clever, funny, and something you can down-down to!
Below are links to written hymnals and soon....songs sung by our kennel members so you, too, can sound like a wanker!
(Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean)
performed here by Hash Monkey!
They ought to be publicly pissed on
They ought to be publicly shot
They ought to be tied to a urinal
And left there to fester and rot
(This is a Down Down song, to be
sung at circle while offenders drink)
(Tune:No idea, ask PinotPhile)
performed here by Hash Monkey!
Sally in the alley, sifting cinders
Lifted up her leg and farted like a man.
The blast from her gas blew out six winders.
The flaps of her ass went Blam, Blam, Blam!
(Tune: performed here by Hash Monkey!)
There was a little bird,
No bigger than a turd
And he sat upon a telephone pole.
He stuck out his little neck,
And he shat about a peck
As he puckered up his little asshole.
(While elbow pointing at kennel members)
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,
As he puckered up his little asshole
(Tune: God Bless America, listen below)
God bless my underpants,
Brand that I like,
Stand inside them,
And ride them,
Between my buns when I run or I bike.
From the waistband,
To the legholes,
To the fly flap,
Wet with piss,
God bless my underpants,
They look like this.
(RA, or other singers, after final line, drop trow to show off said underpants)
(Check out the tune in Downloads below)
She likes it in the kitchen.
She likes it in the kitchen.
She likes it in the kitchen,
And by kitchen we mean BUTT!
(Tune: Mickey Mouse Club theme, check out tune in Downloads below)
S-H-I, T-T-Y,
T-R-A-I-L,
Shitty trail, (It sucked!)
Shitty trail, (Fucking sucked!!)
The hares have gone and laid a shitty trail...
I would rather eat a bag of dicks than run your trail,
S-H-I, T-T-Y,
T-R-A-I-L.
(Tune: More of a chant...)
My name is Jack
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I'm a necrophiliac
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I fuck dead women
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I fill 'em full of jism
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I get frustrated
Na-na-na Na-na-na
When they're cremated
Na-na-na Na-na-na
Try as I must
Na-na-na Na-na-na
(YELL) I CAN'T FUCK DUST!
Na-na-na Na-na-na!
(Tune: More of a chant...)
My name is Gus
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I'm incestuous
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I fucked my mother
Na-na-na Na-na-na
And buggered my brother
Na-na-na Na-na-na
But if they die
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I will not cry
Na-na-na Na-na-na
Cuz' just like Jack
Na-na-na Na-na-na
(YELL) I'M A NECROPHILIAC!
Na-na-na Na-na-na!
(Tune: More of a chant...)
My name is Kyle
Na-na-na Na-na-na
And I'm a pedophile
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I fuck little boys
Na-na-na Na-na-na
I get 'em with toys
Na-na-na Na-na-na
If I have a son
Na-na-na Na-na-na
We'll have real fun
Na-na-na Na-na-na
Cuz' just like Gus
Na-na-na Na-na-na
(YELL) I'M INCESTUOUS!
Na-na-na Na-na-na!