REFRAIN: He'll satisfy, and leave them sore. For six long miles I've been real thirsty, No six-packs on trail I found. For on this hash I'm bound to tumble, I have no beer to help me now. REFRAIN: He has no beer to help him now. I have hashed for hours in some deep valley, Many falses I have found. Someday I may learn to skip the buses, To stay at camp and fuck around. REFRAIN: He'll stay at camp and fuck around! So it's fare thee well to my old liver, I don't expect it'll be the same. For I've got to do so many down-downs, Perhaps I'll get a new hash name REFRAIN: Perhaps he'll get a new hash name. A VIEW OF HASH A Poem by HHH Flamin’ Moe, Anchorage Family of the foot are we Roots, tradition, history Built from games so long ago more than you could know We’ve flourished On every land, across every sea Our people gather just to be We are unique and very special Some are crazy, some are mellow Some are hiding from growing old Getting boring, or what done told “da man” The reasons change with every day I know why, just our way don’t that’s I prefer to think that we gather we like when together ‘Cause we’re A group of spirits who feel the warmth When close to others whom support
REFRAIN: He'll satisfy, and leave them sore. For six long miles I've been real thirsty, No six-packs on trail I found. For on this hash I'm bound to tumble, I have no beer to help me now. REFRAIN: He has no beer to help him now. I have hashed for hours in some deep valley, Many falses I have found. Someday I may learn to skip the buses, To stay at camp and fuck around. REFRAIN: He'll stay at camp and fuck around! So it's fare thee well to my old liver, I don't expect it'll be the same. For I've got to do so many down-downs, Perhaps I'll get a new hash name REFRAIN: Perhaps he'll get a new hash name. A VIEW OF HASH A Poem by Flamin’ Moe, Anchorage HHH Family of the foot are we Roots, tradition, history Built from games so long ago We’ve flourished more than you could know On every land, across every sea Our people gather just to be We are unique and very special Some are crazy, some are mellow Some are hiding from growing old Getting boring, or what “da man” done told The reasons change with every day I don’t know why, that’s just our way I prefer to think that we gather ‘Cause we like when we’re together A group of spirits who feel the warmth When close to others whom support
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