Im a dirty smelly Hasher Tune of:

I'm a dirty smelly hasher, chasing hares is what I do.
I check down trails in the afternoon, drink by the light of the moon.
I love mud and blood and brambles, toxic waste and smelly goo.
Dirty shoes and bloody knees and a real bad case of scabies,
I am a hasher, how 'bout you?

I'm a drunken beer soaked hasher, draining kegs is what I do.
For breakfast I must have some oatmeal stout, for lunch it's a Guinness or two.
For dinner I must do some thinking, Sam's or Pete's or maybe microbrew.
But when I'm hashing give me Schaeffers, give me Busch or Miller,
Cause I am a drunken hasher. Are you a drunken hasher?
I am a drunken hasher too.

I'm a horny sex-starved hasher, chasing tail is what I do.
I came to (Dayton) just to get a lay, ended up (screwing a ewe) or (with
PayPerView),
I love kinky sex and spankings, naval shots and butt chugs too.
Give me dildoes, give me butt plugs, give me whips and bondage.
Cause I am a horny hasher! Are you a horny hasher?
I am a horny hasher too!