Crystal Coast Hash House Harriers

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My Bush Has Got a First Name (To the Oscar Meyer Song)

(lyrics by Chewbacca Butt, w/ contributions from DQ, Bourbon and the On-Crystal Crew)

My Bush has got a first name, It' P-U-S-S-Y.
My Bush has got a second name, it's C-A-N-D-Y.
Oh, I love to eat it every day and if you ask me why I'll say...
That's because she has a way, to get some of my DNA.

HASH HOUSE HARRIER ( To "British Grenadier")

I like the girls who say they will,
But not the girls who don't.
I hate the girls who say they will,
And then they say the won't.
But of all the girls I like the best,
I may be wrong or right,
Are the girls who say they never will,
But look as though they might.

Some die of constipation,
And some of diarrhea.
And some of masturbation,
And some of gonorrhea.
But of all the world's diseases,
There's none that can compare:
With the drip, drip, drip,
Of the syphilitic prick,
Of a Hash House Harrier.

When he goes forth in pursuit,
His bottle in his hand,
The lasses fall like cattle,
There's none can make a stand.
But when the campaign's over,
It's then he's bogged in mire:
With the drip, drip, drip,
Of the syphilitic prick,
Of a Hash House Harrier.

And when he does retire,
To take his well-earned rest,
There burns an ancient fire,
To do what he does best.
And yet, the truth is bitter,
'Cause he could never be a marrier:
With the drip, drip, drip,
Of the syphilitic prick,
Of a Hash House Harrier.

Hot Vagina ("To Yellow Rose of Texas")

Hot vagina for your breakfast,
Hot vagina for your lunch,
Hot vagina for your dinner,
Just munch, munch, munch, munch, munch.
It's so speedy and nutritious, (or "It's tasty and delicious")
Bite-size and ready to eat,
So take a tip, go eat your mom; (or "Get some vagina from your sister;")
Hot vagina can't be beat.

I'm Your Mailman (BMA version - "To Bye Bye Blackbird")

I can come around your way
I can come twice a day
I'm your mailman

I don't need a key or lock
I'll just put it in your box
I'm your mailman

I can come in any kind of weather
Don't you know my sack is made of leather?

So if you have a postage stamp Let me lick it make it damp
I'm your mailman