J
akarta Hash House HarriersSongs
last updated 5/1/99 Return to Home PageJH3 is a singing hash and over the years various hares have contributed an assortment of songs to our songbook. The following are classics. Please copy them. Please sing them. But do note where you got them from: JH3. These songs, sadly without source acknowledgement, do appear on other web sites. ENJOY.
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CIRCLE CONTRIBUTIONS DURING THE LAST YEAR
OTHER SONGS
Anthony Rowley (included for the benefit of BB who almost remembered the words on run 1561)
Mary the little soldier (from Froggy) (without doubt, the worst song I've ever heard)
Tune: You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
(Source: Fraser Wood)
Chorus: Well I picked up the hash-sheet, got the directions, I got to the Hash Site, 5 minutes early, |
The pack had soon vanished, & at the next checkback, About an hour later, still in the jungle, |
Tune: Those were the days
(Source: Pete Owens)
Once upon a time I was a hasher, Chorus: I've got the clap again, I really should refrain, K-25, the Club and Tanamour. I've got the pills to use, I must lay off the booze, I've got the clap, oh yes I've got the clap. One night to the Hash there came a beauty,
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5 o'clock Hash Master got his horn out, This girl showed me that she was no novice. Drove her home that night, she lived in Ancol, |
Tune: Mull of Kintyre
(Source: Mike Hansen)
Chorus: Far have I travelled and much have I seen, I've been rogered in Rio and poked in Peru, Met a girl in the jungle with a bone through her nose, |
She put down her basket, grabbed hold of my tool, The tip of my foreskin came off in her teeth,
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Tune: Annie's song
(Source: Colin "Colonel Bloodnock" Bloodworth)
Chorus:
You abandoned your wife, in favour of night life.
You screwed till the morning, then came back for more.
Even your maid was willing, to sample your drilling'
But now your bit's broken, they've shown you the door.
We marvel to witness, your standard of fitness.
You suffered no ailments, not even a cough.
But from self-abuse, and living so loose,
Your extremity's withered, & your balls have dropped off.
You came full of purpose, but now you are surplus.
You were full of ideas, you were at the forefront.
Now your skills are outdated, your job's automated.
You're now on the scrap heap, you stupid old cunt.
Tune: Chattanooga Choo Choo
(Source: Brent Meekan)
Saturday night, I took a taxi to the K-bar |
Back at my place, she turned the light off in the bedroom Took hold of my hand, I had an almighty stand When suddenly boys, I started feeling rather sakit The 16 beers I had drunk, I chundered into her cunt. Early next morn, sunlight streaming in the window I rolled over in bed, and very nearly dropped dead Her pox ridden face, sunlight shining on the craters Her green pubic hairs, were pleated neatly in pairs So listen now boys, don't touch the ladies at the K-bar To ease the pressure in your gland you're better off with your hand. |
Tune: Clouds
Waves and waves of golden hair Chorus: I've humped with her from both sides nowIn and out, up and down In all experience I declare I've never seen a tattoo there She sat herself upon my knee "I must admit I've played some tricks |
And my pure angel, just to please Waves and waves of pubic hair Orangutans hang from her clit Now hordes and hordes of curious guys |