The Twelve Days of Hashing
On the twelfth day of hashing my co-hare gave to me,
Twelve twats a twitching,
Eleven lesbians leaping,
Ten tons of titties,
Nine naked nymphos,
Eight aching assholes,
Seven sucking sisters,
Six sixty-niners,
FIVE BLOW JOBS!
Four calling girls,
Three French whores,
Two shit house doors,
And a hand job that wasn’t worth a fuck!
ON! ON! ON!
Put It In Your Hand, Mrs. Murphy
Put it in your hand, Miss Amanda,
It only weighs a quarter of a pound.
It’s got hair on its neck, like a turkey,
And it’ll come if you jerk it up and down, down, down, down...
Dough, Ray, Me, Far, So, La, Tea
Dough, the stuff that buys my beer,
Ray, the guy who serves me beer,
Me, the guy who drinks me beer,
Far-king long way to the bog!
So, I’ll have another beer,
La, I’ll sing a song for beer,
Tea, no thanks I’ll have a beer,
And that brings us back to dough, dough ...
The Weather Outside
The weather outside is frightful,
But my cock is so delightful,
If you want to see it grow,
Give it a blow, give it a blow, give it a blow...