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Hashsongs

 
Down Down Song

Here's to (Names),
He's true blue,
He's a Hasher,
Through and through,
He's a pisspot,
So they say,
Tried to go to heaven,
But he went the other way,
So drink it down, down, down . . .
(Continue or go to "Why Are We Waiting")

 
A Prayer
Leader : And now, gentlemen, a prayer,
A prayer for the constipated.

Response : SHIT!
Leader : A prayer for the frustrated.
Response : FUCK!
Leader : A prayer for the dehydrated.
Response : Beer!
Leader : A prayer for the emasculated.
Response : BALLS!
Balls to Mr. Bengelstein, Bengelstein, Bengelstein,
Balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man,
Hs sits on the steeple and shits on the people,
So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man,
He keeps us waiting while he's masturbating,
So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.
He ups and he downs them, he fucking well grounds them,
So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.
 
Father Abraham
Chorus:

Father Abraham
Had seven sons.
Seven sons had Father Abraham.
And they never laughed,
And they never cried
All they did was go like this.

(Add one action each verse)
With a left (arm)
With a right (arm)
With a left (leg)
With a right (leg)
With a hee (bob forward, say HEE! at the end of each line of the chorus)
With a hoe (pelvic thrust following bob;
say HEE! HOE! at the end of each line of the chorus)

 
There Was a Little Bird

There was a little bird,
No bigger than a turd
And he sat upon a telegraph pole.
He stuck out his little neck,
And he shat about a peck
As he puckered up his little asshole.

Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,
As he puckered up his little asshole.

 
Why Was He Born so Beautiful?

Why was he born so beautiful?
Why was he born at all?
He's no fucking use to anyone,
He's no fucking use at all.

He may be a joy to his mother
But he's a pain in the asshole to me.
Drink it down, down, down, down…
Him - him - FUCK HIM! (Or her)

• OR •
He may be a pain to his mother
But he's a gerbil in the asshole to me.
Drink it down, down, down, down…
Him - him - FUCK HIM! (Or her)

• OR •
He ought to be thoroughly pissed on,
He ought to be publicly shot,
He ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot.
Drink it down, down, down, down…
Him - him - FUCK HIM! (Or her)

 
Hashy Birthday to You

Hashy birthday to you,
Hashy birthday to you,
You look like a hasher,
And you smell like one too.
Drink it down, down, down . . .

 
He's a Hasher, he's okay

He's a hasher, he's okay,
Works all day, comes out to play,
Drinks it down without complaint,
Or he wears it well.
Drink it!
Wear it!
Drink it!
Wear it!
etc . . .

 
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.

He's always pissing on us,
He's rotten and dishonest,
He's the meanest,
He's a horse's ass.

So drink it down, down, down . . .

 
Singing in the rain

We're singing in the rain, Just singing in the rain, What a glorious day, and we're hap, hap, happy again,
Arms out,
Hands together,
Thumbs up,
Elbows out,
Shoulders back,
A-CHU.CHA.CHA, CHU.CHA.CHA, CHU.CHA.CHA

Titties front,
Stomach in,
Ass out,
Knees together,
Right leg up,
Left leg up,
Toes together,
Knees bend,
Chin out,
Nose front,
etc ending with HEADS UP!!

 
Swing low, sweet chariot

Chorus:
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, and what did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home;
A band of angels coming after me,
Comin' for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do,
Comin' for to carry me home;
tell all my friends that I'm a-coming too,
Comin' for to carry me home.

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,
Comin' for to carry me home;
But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
Comin' for to carry me home.

I've never been to heaven, but I've been told,
Comin' for to carry me home;
That the streets in heaven are paved with gold,
Comin' for to carry me home.

Repeat:
With Reverence (humming only)
Silently (motions only)
Double Time (quickly)
Scooby-Doo (ring row, reet rariot...)
Bob Dylan (imitate Bob D.)
etc.